Ooooo... you fat bastard!
It’s that nefarious time of year when you realize that the fantasy is over. You can’t maintain the holiday lifestyle forever with no work, ample sleep and copious amounts of food and beverages.
After New Year’s Eve, we all jump on the wagon, head to the gym and watch what we eat. After a week of willpower, we are quite proud of ourselves that we said “No” to the free office Timbits or the invitation for after-work beers. I know I look down at the small man living under my shirt and say, “It’s not so bad… I can make it go away.”
That was until I saw these photos of Brazilian Ronaldo in the Daily Mail. Of course, it’s New Year’s Eve and he’s partying with booze and gorgeous women. He’s Brazilian, for the love of God!!! It’s in his DNA!!!
But then I saw the headline and caption. If this is considered fat, if this is considered “packing on the pounds”, then I’m just going to crawl up in the fetal position with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a tub of Haagen-Daaz, watching old episodes of Baywatch and wondering what could have been…
You go, Ronaldo. You go girl…
