Confession time.

You know why I'm overweight?  A lot of reasons actually but one I remember vividly is due to my employees from one of the topless bars I managed.

I was a pretty "cool" manager.  If someone was running a few minutes late I wasn't that worried about it.  They would call and tell me so I could prepare, no sweat.  Then a bartender called me and said she would be a little late (five minutes, I asked) because she didn't eat breakfast and she was going to hit up McDonald's before she came in.  Then she asked me if I wanted anything, her treat.  I was raised poor so if someone offered me something for free I accepted and said "Thank you".

That was the beginning of the end.  One $1 cheeseburger from McDonald's that day became two then three then I don't know how many my ladies were giving me.  I never noticed how much junk food these ladies ate until I saw how much they were giving me.  I also brought my lunch with me.  I had to eat that as well because you just can't waste food, my mother would smack me up the back of the head if she knew.

Anywhere from zero to six (I think six was the most) cheeseburgers and fries plus the lunch I brought to work and I wonder why my pants are tight.  I don't eat like that anymore (I sure as hell try not to) but now I'm paying the price in sweat.  I know that I put on that weight one cheeseburger and one bite at a time and I know that I'm taking it off one rep and one minute at a time.

I don't know the lady in the picture but I have to keep thinking about that quote.