Pot Belly Patrol

I decided to join a boot camp a few weeks ago to make some changes in how I take care of the one and only body that God gave me.

I could stand to shed a few pounds, become sleeker and develop some muscle tone. I also have a few ailments in my family that I could possibly ward off by exercise and a good diet. Working out also helps relieve stress. Heck, it's just healthy.

The boot camp I joined is called Nu Life, and over the pass few weeks I have really started to live a new life. I cook differently. No salt! And I eat a lot of fruits and vegetables. I don't drink chardonnay as often. Instead I drink a lot of water.

I am beginning to see subtle changes. Some of my pants are no longer leaving railroad tracks around my waist. And you know what I'm talking about. The imprint made in your skin from pants that are too snug.

And the few pounds I've lost have eliminated the stress that some of the buttons on my shirts experienced. The peek-a-boo pucker in my blouses that allowed people to get a sneak at my boobs is disappearing.

Six pounds really make a difference.

I've never had anyone say anything to me about my weight. But I have eyes and a mirror. I can also see and feel those painful too tight pants so I knew it was time to implement change.

But some people are OK being bigger.

One of my friends, who is a bigger guy, told me that he met a girl and after he spent one night with her things fell apart. He was snoring so she asked him to sleep in her guest room. Ouch!

Yes, heavier people often snore.

And then she sent him an e-mail that said she wasn't interested in really having a relationship with him because he doesn't take care of himself.

Wow!

"Well, there is somebody out there who will accept you just as you are, and they will like that you are a big dude," I told him.

And I do believe this.

But is it fair to dismiss a seemingly nice guy or girl out of your life because they are a chubby wubby?

I have to admit that I do not like the Ethiopian-hungry-pot belly look. Yuck! And when a pot belly isn't covered, I think it is one of the most unattractive features on a man.

I'm not saying that a man has to have tat-a-tat-tat-tat chiseled abs, but the pot belly pig look is a bit of a turnoff. I'm talking about the male 5 month pregnancy look.

I do understand that the world is not made of people who think like me. I kinda feel like if I'm making sacrifices with the way I eat, and I'm working out until leg and arm failure, I want someone who would be just as motivated to keep it tight? Is that wrong? Is that simple? Is that asking for too much?

If I'm working hard to turn over a new leaf, a Nu Life, it probably isn't a good mix to hook up with the cookie monster. Or should that even matter?

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