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I am fat.  This is my first post on my first blog.  The purpose of this blog is to be my journal (oh how I hate that word) for my weight loss.  I am a happy person.  A happy fat person.  I love and cherish my wife, adore my children, like my job and coworkers.  My blood pressure is great.  My cholesterol is great.  My doctor tells me that my weight has a greater impact on the health of my knees than anything else.  I lack a deep burning hate for being fat.  Sure, there are things I don't like about it (sounds like another post) but I do not think about it daily, or even weekly.  At least not consciously.  My wife is on her *mumblemumble*-th diet.  It is working for her.  I know enough that for any weight loss program to work, the motivation must be internal.  Doing it for someone else is an invitation for failure.  So, why do I want to lose weight?  Why now?  What is going to be my internal motivation?  I like food.  What will motivate me to give up food?  Most of the stuff that skinny people talk about doing that is easier when you are thin does not motivate me.  I don't feel like I am missing out on life because I am fat.  I get laid.  A lot.  Really hot sex too.  Of all the things that skinny people talk about, they talk about the the sex, the thin sex, like there is something to it.  So, here goes, on the proposition that sex will get even better when I weigh, say, 100 pounds less.  There is my motivation.  It is internal.  It might even be selfish.  I don't care.  I like it.  Welcome to thinsex.