Nothing Fucking Fits Forty Fatso

"The impediment to action advances action. What stands in the way becomes the way."

Turning 40 was supposed to be a grand celebration. Instead, it was a brutal wake-up call that none of my fucking clothes fit anymore. This is my raw and unfiltered story about facing weight gain, dealing with the emotional shitstorm that being heavy creates, and finding a way to get my shit together or in my case continue to make excuses for why tomorrow is always a better day to start than today.

The Moment of Truth

Putting on weight is the easiest thing in my life, as easy as eating the burger that i have in my hand as i spew the disgust on a page. As I hit the big 4-0, I couldn’t ignore the fact that jeans are no longer a option as fashion, Levi is no longer my friend, its easier to wear a pair of lose fitting track pants Fuck. Is this my reality now ? Am i always destine to be heavy ?

The Emotional Shitstorm

Let’s be real—admitting I was overweight felt like a punch to my big fat gut. I am pissed off, embarrassed, and frankly, ashamed. How did I let it come to this? My confidence is in the toilet, even the thought of starting some sort of journey to lose weight feels like the emotional equivalent of climbing running a marathon

Facing the Ugly Truth

Why was this happening? I would like to tell you I have a miriade of reasons that have created this issue, but the truth is that self doubt and the ease of pure laziness is much easier than trying to seek health.

Crafting a Comeback Plan

Acknowledging the problem was step one. Now, it was time to get serious about fixing it. Here’s my no-bullshit plan to take control:

1. Set Real Goals: Forget about dropping 20 pounds overnight. Forget about losing weight altogether, I'm going to try to find enjoyment in movement again, the feeling of connecting with my kids while we set about tackling a rainy day bush walk.

2. Ditch the Diets: I’m done with fad diets. In fact the thought of food is just horrible, the effort to try and stick to something......... Whole foods, simple meals regularly

3. Get Moving: Exercise doesn’t have to mean hitting the gym for hours. I started with walking, then added in some strength training. Every bit helps.

4. Mind Over Matter: Stress and depression is a major player in my weight gain. I’m making mental health a priority with meditation and setting boundaries to keep work from taking over my life. Becoming focused on the present.

The Road Ahead

This journey is far from over, but I’m ready to tackle it head-on. Turning 40 doesn’t mean throwing in the towel—it means taking control and making changes that stick. If you’re reading this and feeling the same way, know you’re not alone. Fuck the jeans, fuck the weight, lets get back to the enjoyment of movement. See you out there.