My Name Is Mike.

My name is Mike. As I'm writing this, I’m just two months away from turning 32 years old. The idea to write this book has been on my mind for a few years now. I always wanted to share my observations as a fat man in a skinny man’s world, but I was never motivated enough to sit down and put the words on paper. That is, until now. I should also mention that as I type this out on my keyboard, I'm enjoying an ice cold can of red (Coca Cola), and one of my favorite snacks, a Nutty Bar made by Little Debbie! With that, you have a brief insight as to my problem, but before I go deep, I'll give you the broad strokes of my situation.

I'm 5'6" and currently weigh about 330 pounds. In my opinion, I am extremely overweight and a disgrace to all those around me. Well, that may be a little melodramatic, but it is important for you to realize that I have a slightly warped view of myself. I have been a fat person my entire life. In fact, I was close to 300 pounds by the time I was 15 years old.

At a very young age, I developed a pretty basic understanding of what being fat meant. Ya see, my dad was always a fat guy and although I had seen wrestlers who were bigger than my dad on TV, like Captain Lou Albano or King Kong Bundy, they kind of seemed imaginary and so for all intents and purposes, my dad was the fattest person I knew. For as long as I could remember, I would gauge my fatness based on the people around me, and in my mind, I was always the fattest guy in the room.

Excerpt from: The Fattest guy in the Room, by Big Mike Sangiamo

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