Just Pouring My Mind Out

Before I begin my Zepbound journey, I would like to share some information about myself. I'm a 61-year-old male and live in Southern California. I've been overweight most of my life, except for my teen to mid-twenties and a few times since, as a result of dieting. From the time I was 14 until I started a job as a software engineer in '91, I was in good shape. However, the pounds started piling up due to spending too much time sitting in front of a computer. I was born into a family where both parents cherish and take great pleasure in food. Both my parents were overweight. My father used to say, "I've never felt full in my life". And to my mom, spoiling appetite was a big thing. So we were never into snacking or even allowed to. My mom used to always say, "Don't spoil your appetite." So, obviously, at mealtime, I was always pretty hungry and ate like a pig. They say your personality is a combination of nature and nurture. Well, my pleasure in foo...

Before I begin, l et me explain what I mean by the title of this blog post. In my opinion, people can be divided into two very general groups; the doers, and the sellers. I call each group as such merely for the lack of a better term to explain the purpose. Doers are those who possess some kind of skill, art, or otherwise some ability that allows them to earn a living. Doctors, engineers, accountants, writers, musicians, carpenters, tailors, plumbers, bricklayers, and many others of the same or similar profession are in this group. As widespread as this group is they all have one thing in common; Each individual contributes in one way or another to run and maintain this well-oiled machine called society. Sellers are those with almost none of the above. They have no particular skills, or shall I say they are in professions that do not require any particular skills. They, however, are in positions that drive society and define the direction in which it moves. Politicians, corporate execu...

This morning I was sitting in my chair, drinking coffee and reading a book as I always do. My wife, passing by to go get ready for work told me in a very caring tone, "why don't you start your day with some activity? Go out, enjoy the day." Her comment as true and caring as it was flared up a sensitive subject. I didn't say anything but she could see that I was upset. We hugged and kissed, and she went on her way to work. She called me a few minutes later saying she was sorry for upsetting me. I was nearly in tears for two reasons. The fact that she was apologizing for something she said out of deep care for me. And the fact that what she said brought down, much harder, the mental hammer that I always beat myself with for the same thing. You see,  I'm a fifty-seven-year-old male who is overweight to the point of obesity.  I was born much heavier than a normal child, and I was brought up by overweight parents to whom not spoiling your appetite before a meal, and fi...