Coming Home Fat
Here’s what happens during a deployment, most of the time: a person deploys, they go to work, they go to the gym, and they go to bed; in between they eat healthy and come back looking all lean and mean. That’s not happening to me. I’m not coming back lean, or mean. I’m going with a new approach. I’m coming home fat.
I don’t want to. It’s not my goal. It’s just that I’ve never had so much junk food so readily available to me in my life. Seriously, everywhere I look there are boxes of candy, pop tarts, cookies, and more. It’s hard not to walk by these boxes and not take a look through the box for something you might like. Right now, for example, I’m eating a package of Peeps. I’m so coming home fat.
My only hope is to make sure I stay active by running and working out, which means I have to reacquaint myself with my long lost buddy…the gym. Hopefully we get along and hang out a bit during this deployment. They also have indoor soccer a few times a week, so that’s good. It’s something to stay physically active…and I need it, if not I’m coming home fat. I might just bring some Peeps with me.











and I heard you didn’t like sweets…..riiiight.
Ahhh…the remnants of the kid who would take every penny and nickel he could find to ride his bike to Vic’s and blow it all on candy! Too funny. Although, I really don’t think your metabolism knows what fat is. lol
love you!