Giving Birth & Losing Weight: Almost the same thing according to Jack Sh*t

So happy to have a guest post from JackSh*t today.  His snarky sense of humor just immediately puts you in a great mood while his positive weight loss message still gets through to those brain cells.  Enjoy.   ~ Lisa

Like most men, I’m pretty much an expert on childbirth.

As the proud papa of three wonderful daughters, I’ve been an integral part of each of the deliveries of my kids. I was even going to catch the babies as they were born, but they came out with some sort of weird goo all over them.

Anyway, I was around an infant recently and it occurred to me that there are lots of ways that the birth process is eerily similar to the what all goes in to losing weight…

• If you’re healthy, there’s no reason why you can’t do it.

• It’s probably the most important thing you’ll ever do.

• There are drugs available to help you along, but most folks prefer a more natural approach.

• It was a lot more fun getting into the situation you’re in than getting out of it.

• Sometimes it feels as though it’s neeeeeeever going to end.

• For most, there’s a lot of screaming, crying and cussing along the way.

• It helps if you’ve got someone there to support you.

• You’ll soon have a bunch of clothes that are too big for you.

But of all the ways that losing weight and childbirth are similar, there’s one that stands out for me the most:  if all goes well, a brand new life emerges.

Jack Sh*t chronicles his weight-loss adventures (70 lbs and counting) and explores the lighter side of lightening up at Jack Sh*t, Gettin’ Fit. How does Jack describe his site? “My blog enjoys long walks in the moonlight and sipping margaritas on a balcony overlooking the waves crashing on the beach. It is tender and caring, yet it once killed a man just for snoring. It is my best friend and my worst enemy. It is that split-second of apprehension you get just as your plane is touching down when you say to yourself ‘I hope I don’t die in a horrible fireball in the next ten seconds.’ It is a faithful dog, fetching its master his slippers, pipe, newspaper and martini. It is me. It is you. It is… can I stop talking about my blog now?” Jack resides in a city in North America.