How Life Changes After Losing 30 Pounds
My watch is scuffed up on the face and it bugs me. I was looking at it and wondering why it was so scratched, my other watches never seemed to do me this way. Was it a bad resin mix when they made the face, or is it glass and didn’t get the protective coating that each watch gets before leaving the factory in Taiwan? Did the machine give out that day, or the worker just had a bad morning and decided to take it out on the American consumer? Something’s got to give, this was a birthday gift for God’s sake - it shouldn’t already be showing its age. This is a higher end watch than the past ones… this really isn’t fair.
As I’m typing away the other day I keep hearing a clunk and a bonk… if that makes sense. Tap tap, clunk bonk, tap tap… refrain, rinse and repeat. You know the routine. I look over and notice my watch is banging my desk like a Governor at a whore house and it hits me.
My watch is scratched because I am skinnier. This creates a big shit eatin’ grin on my face (sorry, that’s Texas for happy go lucky). Not that I am happy about scratching my watch all to hell, but I am happy with my new problems and what I have learned since losing 30 pounds.
All of us have schedules, have deadlines of some sort, projects or whatever that keep the days filled with running around and feeling like you are struggling to keep your head above water. It is normal, at least in the working world. I can’t speak for those that were born into money (I don’t think any of us reading this can relate) or those that have the luxury to sit around and read their “Myspace” all day while Mom & Dad (or the government) foots the bill. I assume that it is nice for a while, but for the most part you are left feeling empty and worthless the majority of the time.
