Kappa Beta Fatty-boom-ba-latty

Well it happened. I am now an official member of a prestigious group of rather portly individuals. I am an integral part of an American fraternity known as "Kappa Beta Fatty" Before today, I was an honorable member, but never fully received my admission until a month or so ago when I weighed in at 275 lbs.

I know what you are thinking: "How does this guy find armchairs that don't squeeze him at the love handles?" To my defense, I am 6' 5" tall with a naturally larger build (thanks Dad). To be clear, I am only about 50 pounds above my personal ideal weight of 225.

You may be wondering why I am bothering to share this offensively-obese information with the Blogger public. Well the primary reason is because I just returned from a good workout. I know a guy at my church who plays the bass in the Praise Team. His name is Tom. A few weeks ago I noticed that he had an Infinity Fitness keyring plastic barcode thing. That happens to be the small gym I am a member of...or rather, where I pay my dues. We have begun to workout together (because I refuse to workout alone) and I am doing everything I can to get back in shape and hopefully get my fraternity membership revoked within the next few months.

As it happens, I hate getting in shape, but I really enjoy working out. I think I hate getting in shape because I am an impatient, results-oriented guy and fat burning ranks up there in speed with the melting of the polar ice caps. I like working out because it gives you more energy and becomes slightly less taxing on the body each time you do it. Hopefully in a year or so I will look like Christian Bale in "Batman Begins" (I think we can all agree that would be cool).

Wish me luck.