The Chubby Boy Comes Clean

Since returning to Fairfield in July of last year---six months ago---I have managed to gain 22 pounds.

I have lots of excuses. I mean look at what a broadcaster does. We sit…and talk. Very few calories expended there.

Kind people bring food to the radio station to show their appreciation for the work we do. I don’t want to offend them…so…I eat. And I don’t recall one salad in the list of edible gifts. It is usually fudge or cookies or donuts. All like kryptonite for this diabetic….and this extreme weight gain has been easy to document. For each month, another notch has been needed on my belt.

Well I’ve run out of notches…and excuses.

Time to start the year with some common sense solutions….

 The answer is rather easy. Eat less…move around more.

I have to tell you, it is not easy especially when there are so many good places to eat in and around Fairfield. I could eat a Sancho every meal…..yes, even for breakfast. This community is rich in food, which is very interesting considering that I remember rolling into town back in 1983 and felt the need to join the Elks because there were very few places to eat out. My,  how things have changed.

So, I am on a three month journey to see if I can lose weight before I have to buy new clothes….and a new belt.

In the meantime you will see me at the Bobcat Den in the evenings…..and you will see less of me bellying up to the trough at local eateries during the day.

And yes….I suspect I’ll be a little less jovial.