Look into the Mirror Fat Boy

The other day I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and realized I looked like I was wearing a rib cage protector or a bulletproof vest under my shirt.

But, sadly, it was all me under that shirt.  I took little consolation in the fact that the shirt was a big flannel winter shirt, tucked into a one-size-too-small pair of jeans, with a turtle neck shirt underneath.

Yes, I look like I am equipped for a football game or a S.W.A.T assault on a bunker.

Time to cut out the sugar (again) Dougboy, or should I say "doughboy"?

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Doug (Gruggers) in Missoula