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Originally Posted by HejiraNYC
I've been beating up on myself lately because I've been such a sloth all winter long. Although I'm not exactly fat, I felt a little doughey. But going to the beach has made me feel so much better. You could not imagine the visual atrocities I witnessed shoe-horned into a speedo. Even though I was as pale as a dead fish, I felt like the belle of the ball by comparison.  It's all relative. |
Question...my friend called me OCD last night, because I wouldn't pig out with him, at 2AM...
A Jimmy John's driver walked into the bar in which I was playing pool, and plops down a box of free subs(about twice as many subs, as there were patrons). So my friend(who could stand to lose about 25 lbs) ate two of them, and gave me endless sh*t, because I wanted one, but wouldn't eat one.
I pigged out, all last weekend, and I'm up a few lbs, so I know what I have to do. Does that make me OCD? I call that WILLPOWER.
I can go to Steak and Shake with my friends, at 4AM, and watch them all pig out, while I have a glass of water. OF COURSE I want to pig out with them, but I no longer put that sh*t into my body. I know what it takes, to make this ~300 lb wannabe guy~, weigh in at 137. I know what it takes, and I'm willing to pay that price, no matter what. As much as I LOVE to eat, I love being thin, even more.
My friend pissed me off, just a little bit.....your thoughts?