What up, peeps? So, as some of you know, at the start of the new year, I went back on my diet. And I’m doing it for real this time. Been going to the gym, eating healthy, the works. Let’s not call it a diet. It’s my new way of life. Anyways, I have some fears about losing a bunch of weight. I have dreams of losing weight and looking something like Ryan Reynolds. That would be nice wouldn’t it? I mean, if I’m gonna do it, I might as well do it right, right? So, for inspiration, I’ve been looking up pictures of what it looks like when people lose a lot of weight. Just FYI–I’d like to lose around 200lbs…that’s about half of my body. So, here’s what I’ve found:
What I look like now:
What I want to look like after I lose weight:
What I’m afraid I’ll look like after I lose weight:
What I’ll probably have to do if I look like that ^ after I lose weight:
Now, realistically, I don’t expect to ever look like Ryan Reynolds. I mean, he trains in the gym for like, half of his life, and you know what Sweet Brown says…”Ain’t nobody got time for dat!” Now, the picture of the guy with all the saggy skin is a little bit overkill for me. That guy lost like, 500lbs, but still, saggy skin is a reality for me. And I kinda feel like, which would I rather have? Gross folds of saggy, baggy skin hanging from my arms, legs, stomach, and everywhere in between, or would I rather be a fatass forever? I guess when it comes down to it, I would rather be healthy and saggy than to be a fatass who dies at 45, but really, I wish there were some other options. But what about plastic surgery, you ask? Yeah. They do this thing called a corset trunkplasty, where they take you in across your belly and junk. Estimated cost: $15,000. End result:
Yeah…not much prettier than the saggy skin, is it? This picture is a man who lost 300lbs, and this is 6 months after his surgery. I’m just thinking, jeez…it kinda sucks either way. Anyways, I guess becoming a bodybuilder is always an option. I guess it’s not bad to be huge as long as your hugeness is caused my mounds of muscle and not folds of fat. It might be nice to be able to lift a small plane with one hand, I guess. I wouldn’t really have to worry about being mugged or anything anymore…So yeah, guess if all else fails, I’ll become a body builder! Alright! Anyways, guess that’s it, even if I don’t have to worry about any of this for at least a year or more. Leave it to me to always see the downside. Whatevs. See you guys tomorrow!