The clothing stores don't stock up for fat people.

I am kind of glad they don't. I am rotund, gargantuan, portly, obese, fat as hell, and my struggle continues. I am an athlete who periodically gets in good shape then becomes fat as hell. It's a viscous cycle that has to end. We just had a baby boy; the love of my life and I. He is coming on 5 months old and he is the cutest living being in all of the universes. I want to be alive to see him grow up and pursue his dreams.

The clothing stores don't carry a selection of clothes to fit the monumentally enormous creature that I have become. I am glad they don't because the world should not become a place that caters to being unhealthy and unhappy. As soon as your *kitten* crack becomes a vista for public consumption its time to put down the crunch n munch and pick up the heart rate and the healthy cookbook. Time to cook healthy and get some exercise folks. So, I welcome you into my world as seen through the eyes of a fat Italian who wants to see his son take life by the balls.

Encourage me and I will indeed encourage you. My journey starts here and ends - 89 pounds in the future.