I’m fat. I still think of myself as a morbidly obese. At my height I weighed 461 pounds life sucked. Chicks didn’t want anything to do to with me. My job didn’t appreciate me. I got fat shamed a ton by my friends. Family’s said I looked great. Liars. I fatted on though. https://twitter.com/realdailywire/status/1391396300554309637

I can empathize with her. I’ve been there. I wasn’t a famous fat though. So for her it must have been way tougher. Poor girl.

I remember lying to myself. I would look in the mirror and take an ok pic like this one. I weighed 445 there. So I fatted on.

My wife. Walked in on me cleaning a handgun one day and said, “I don’t think you are able to properly use it.” I thought about that comment for a sec. I asked, what do you mean by able?”

“You should be able to do your shooting more than just sitting at a bench.”

We had gone to the range earlier. I sat at the bench and punched paper targets at 100-200 yards with my carbine and the usual 7 yard with my pistol. My war-belt and PC hadn’t fit in years.

She’s was absolutely right. I’m no long Range Mormon with a 338 Lapua. I’m a Elder with a 300 AAC suppressed Radian on order. I better act like it.

This was us yesterday. We hosted people over at our home for dinner after being out of the house all day. My mom asked me what we were doing. I said, “Life.”

That’s the hard part about being obese. The fat prevents you from living it (life) to your fullest.

I’m 47. I have not peaked. I want to experience everything I’ve missed out on.

I don’t know Tess. I will probably never meet her. I do sympathize with her struggle. Be well Tess. Find peace. #WLS #WeightLossJourney

This is me 8 years ago. Listen to that fat, weak, scared, life full of regret. A broken man. That guy was afraid of death.

I am not anymore. Death will come to all of us. The difference is I will not go out like that #knowYourWorth