Goodbye Fat Bastard
Starting at the top of the six foot two inch frame, what was already a rather large melon had grown to epic size. Fitted ball caps no longer fit. The pumpkin head included a face swollen as though it had been attacked by a hive of angry killer bees.
My back resembled a pan of cinnamon rolls and my front a soon to be mother. Literally, I could no longer be called an emergency responder – more like an emergency waiting to happen.
As posted back in February, my Weight Watchers program had me down thirty-three pounds with seventeen to reach goal.
Guess what – as of today I reached the Big 50.
So, Goodbye FB!