Ok, here we are, take a deep breath.
I'm fat, if you didn't understand. I'm in my sixty and I always been fat. When I was younger I was less fat obviously, yet I was big. Round face, big arms, I was in splendid form really; I could lift two person easily over my shoulder.
Well, ok maybe not so easily, but it's my memory and I deserve to remember as I want. Anyway even if I was I little overweight I was also fit; probably all the work at the farm helped me to build muscle. Unlucky working the earth make you very hungry, so the dinner was really big for everyone. And remember, in a farm you have the food directly, unprocessed, you just have to get out and take it. Really yummy.
As the years passes I've got less work on the farm and more work seated at a desk. But I was still hungry or at least I liked to eat. My fitness probably slowly went to the john and my belly start to grow.
I was lucky to find my wife, god bless her to bear me during all these years, so now I have a beautiful family that help me. Probably if I was this big in the '80 I would end up single.
Lately I'm trying to find again a bit of strength in my poor old bones; I know I cannot point to be like a y oungster, but I would like to climb stairs without feeling heavy and panting all around.
I'm too old for a gym and I don't think that lifting weight all the day long would me me slimmer at all. But I try to walk more and everyday I feel my legs ache horrible in the evening.
But I'm trying to eat better, giving up to all the fat that fill the food and making more meals during the day, obviously with less to eat in each of them.
I found some good tips on the internet but I think I'll try to stick to this page to follow my diet. I hope to have more good news in future.
Bye, by Carl.
