Fat Bastard

Okay I have to first see the problem to fix it. I like to eat and I am a good cook. I am a foodie and cook that is a bad combination. It makes for some tasty late night ventures into the kitchen where after watching my Tivo'd Nigella  session I create.  When I was younger this was not a problem I worked out like a beast. I would run 5 miles a day for fun. It was a way for me to watch sexy sweat women run around the park with out looking like some kind of perv.

So here I m going on 50 years old and my gut is throwing shade on my junk. I getting the old dinky doo as I used to call it. that"s when your gut sticks out farther than your dicky do.
I would post pictures of myself with my gut poked out, hanging over my belt but I do have some sense of pride.  I will tell the truth, I am 245 lbs. as of this morning when I stepped out of the shower.  At one point in my life that would not have phased me, I was a body builder. I was 260 lbs. of muscles with 22 inch biceps and a 19 inch neck and a 56 inch chest and at 5'11" that looked real good on me.
The body I built as a soldier was big but slow, I had to lose weight so I road marched and ran to lose 40 lbs. It worked for me then so I am going to apply the same technique with modifications in my eating to lose the weight.  I can't body build any more I am a disabled vet with torn ligaments in both shoulders and 3 bad vertebra, so I am limited to my options.
I have started walking and it hurt like hell, my knees did not like my fat ass walking and made know their displeasure with the whole idea. You know what they say " pain is just weakness leaving the body" so I guess so pain left yesterday. I got my Ipod and my hydration pack some fruit and I will start slow and work up to Infantry standards. I will do a 12 mile road march in three hours before the summer get here.
I will find that skinny guy inside me.