"I don't like my belly"

Ok, ok.  Not to be too hard on myself, but truly - when I look at my belly, I don't like what I see.  You relate?  I'm not talking about liking myself: I'm not my belly.  I'm a good person, and I know that.  I laugh a lot, I'm married to an amazing girl, I love my family, I have good relationships with my parents and my brother.  I have the world's cutest nephews and nieces.

I'm not talking about how I feel about life in general.

But when I see my belly, it makes me pause for moment.  There's a bit of sadness there.  I think to myself "DUUUDE!!  How did you let yourself end up here?"  I used to be the skinny kid.  Now I'm a jolly belly man.  I would ask 'when did this happen?', but I know when it happened.  It was over a long time of unhealthy choices.  Now it's time to man up.

Stay tuned for "My belly doesn't like me either"

Take care of yourself!

Thanks for reading.  :)