Unless you and I were friends before I entered the fourth grade, chances are you've never seen me without someone sort of belly (gut, beer belly, overhang, undercarriage, etc.). Around that time I started putting on weight that, even at my most physically fit, never was able to completely eradicate from existence. I'm not completely disillusioned: My family history, bone structure and general physique will never allow me to be "skinny" or even "thin." The best I figure I can do is "lean." And even then, lean might make me look poorly-proportioned as my head would still be massive. I'm sure I could also build up some serious muscle mass and convert my embarrasing man-boobage into some rippling man-boobage, but that avenue of total buff-ness paired with complete inflexibility (I may have just made up a word) never interested me. I just want to be healthy and not have to worry about sweating after climbing a flight of stairs.
All of this came about a few days ago while I was contemplating life on the magic chair (toilet) and thought to myself, "I wonder what I would look like if I didn't have a belly." I don't remember what I looked like pre-fourth grade. It's been so long, I can't imagine what I would look like. But curiosity has gotten the best of me and I'm aiming to find out. This has no greater world impact, but I just thought you loyal readers out there might be interested in my goings-ons.
On a much less inspiring note, my job hunt blows. There are no leads and unless something breaks soon, I'm going to have to leave my wonderful abode in NYC for greener pastures in a far less urban environment.
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