A Weight Loss Story - Part 2

I was partying, dating, chasing girls and having a great time. I had just met a really great girl after a really difficult breakup with my first wife. You see, my first wife walked out on me after two years exactly. Yes exactly two years. How do I know it was exactly two years you may be wondering? Well... She left me on the day of our second anniversary. I came home with flowers expecting to find her there and instead found an empty (everything was gone except the heavy stuff) place with a note by the phone.

Initially, I though I had been robbed. I was frantic to think that someone had broken in and apparently my wife was stolen as a part of the robbery. I went to the phone to call police and found a note. It read... "I have left you and I took Boots." Boots was our cat. My heart sank. I immediately picked up the phone and called her parents to see if I could speak to her. She had a really close relationship with her mom. Her dad answered and confirmed... "Yes David, she has left you and that's that." Click

I was floored. I began to find out that my financial situation was much worse than I had thought. My bank account was empty and three months of bills had piled up including car payments and rent. The next day there was a pile of unopened credit card bills that I did not know existed delivered via USPS. I found out more than I wanted to know after that about the financial issues that went on during my first marriage. I moved back to my home town in order to be closer to my parents and help them as well as to try and recover financially.

I was depressed and sad for a long time. Then I started getting into the scene again. There was a lot of drinking and dating going on. I met my second wife through a mutual friend of mine. She seemed fun, full of life and very caring. At that time in my life, that was exactly what I needed. We kissed the second time we met and it went from there. We were together three months when she told me the news about being pregnant. I was scared, but I knew the right thing to do for me was to marry her and get down to raising a family. We agreed then, as young people do, for her to say home and take care of the home and family while i sought employment and took care of the financial issues. That arrangement lasted into our second year of marriage.

I stayed in very good shape until that point on my life. My job was weighing on me due to working more than seventy hours per week. Things were less than illustrious as two young people making a new life together. By this time we had our second child and were sufficiently tired and broke. My energy started to wane. My gym membership was becoming a financial burden on the family and it was getting to be very hard to take the time to work out on top of everything else. My wife was disenchanted and life became very arduous.

The weight began to pack on... To be Continued