Until I was fully 61 years old I was “skinny fat”, which is an odd choice of words, but an accurate one. I made it up myself but then discovered that others had thought of it before me – maybe it wasn’t as uncommon as I had thought. When someone is skinny-fat, he is a normal weight but he carries far too much fat and far too little muscle for that weight. I also had a persistent stomach that would simply not go away.
I reversed the situation, and I think that picture proves it.
If all of this seems a little egocentric, well then – damn it, I spent decades believing I could not get rid of the weight, believing that I could not gain muscle mass, and eventually even believing that I probably wouldn’t live much longer. So I think I am entitled to a brief moment of happiness that the situation proved to be something I could actually change and I refuse to feel apologetic about that happiness. Not much on hiding lights under bushels, either.
I don’t like articles that tease and require you to read lengthy passages to get to the meat so I’ll lay out what I did, what worked for me after nearly an entire lifetime of trying things that didn’t work (it’s pretty simple in retrospect), and why I think my situation is applicable to a good deal of overweight people I see around me all the time.
WTF 