I don't understand why it's so hard to lose weight. I know what I'm doing wrong but can't stop. Multi bags of potato chips, carrot cake with creamy frosting, sedentary lifestyle. I used to be such an active man, always playing some kind of sports, walking at least two hours daily as I hated driving in bad traffic to work. It's not as though I have a void to fill, like many other overweight people. I am happy.
So why on earth can't I change???
Martha, my slim wife doesn't even mind my protruding belly (or at least that's the impression I get). Sammy and Laura the eleven year old twins never make any comments, perhaps they are relieved I'm not as big as most of the people around here.
But it does bother me. It's uncomfortable to tie my laces, or get on my knees doing chores in the garden. And I've secretly got a little paranoid that the girls in the office no longer flirt with me the way they used to, it must be my weight as I'm the same as before in every other way.
The man in the mirror looks at me. I don't really recognise him at all. I start wondering if I could have been possessed.
It's the best explanation I've come up with so far.