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No More Fat Todd occurs to me that I need to update a few things.

First off, I need to say this. "FatTodd" was never  about a weight or a number on the scale. Fat Todd was a culmination of things in my life that had built up to put a shell of a man around the man that I actually know that I am.

FatTodd was a dick. I'm not going to put it mildly here. Out of shape....morbidly obese...depressed...shitty self-worth.

It's not exaggeration to say that that fucker was trying to kill me. And by kill me I mean that in both the physical and meta-physical sense.

So...when I say #nomorefattodd, know this. I'm saying to Fat Todd, "No More, motherfucker:" No more of your bullshit in my life.

I'm at a good place now. Many things in my life are falling in to place. And it's stupidly awesome. I'm not going to lie. I'm fully loving life right now. But not only am I loving life, I'm loving me.


Not FatTodd...not ThinTodd.


It is me looking at the hell I put myself through and saying 'No More.' Never again will I let myself get in to the situation where I am getting shit on by others and thanking them for not also pissing on me.

If the tone of this post seems is. I will not for one second give quarter to the old todd. FatTodd is on his last breath. Very soon he will be buried. And I don't miss him at all. And neither should you.

If you knew me then and you think I've changed, I can only hope you feel it is for the better. Otherwise, you have no place in my life. I know that sounds harsh, but if for one second you think i was better off then than I am now, then you don't really know me at all and I don't need that kind of ignorance around me right now. I've got no time for that. I'm on my way to a life of fulfilled living.

Am I there yet? No.

But I'm closer today than I was yesterday than I was the day before that than I was the day before that...(you get the idea).

Growth is awesome.  So is living from a place of love.

It's fairly fantastic and I know that it's just the tip of what's waiting.

And with that, I leave you.

Have a great evening!!!




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