I’m convinced that if my body hadn’t woke me up, to start moving around and get my circulation and brain activity going, things may have turned out differently. I might not be sitting here writing to you, Dear Diary. But it did, and I’m eternally grateful for that.

My god! What the fuck am I thinking, continuing to let Brain keep me from progress?! I definitely now know why I have a waterfall of flesh, cascading over my belt line. On an average day, I’ve consumed nearly 6,000 calories. This revelation, as well as the great lasagna incident of 1983, has lead me to look back at my eating habits over the last two plus decades, and it’s no wonder how I got into this boat of Titanic proportions.

He is the every definition of a success, in so many ways. And, while I have the same troubles hot on my tail, I don’t even come close to having as many obstacles as he did. That’s what makes his journey even more inspiring to me.

Holy shit! What a game changer! I never thought that there could actually be something wrong with me internally that is causing my Dead Weight (Chuck) to relentlessly hold onto me.