Superman suit.

I am too fat for my superman suit. Metaphor for me? At least my life, right now. Granted it's been almost 10 years since I wore that suit. 10 years of beer and meat and soft living. Soft living earned by my own sweat and labor, but that doesn't excuse the excess or the results. I have a small photo album with a picture of myself about 8 ina superman shirt flexing my muscles, then me at 21 in a skin tight full superman costume, looking quite sleek and sexy, I don't mind saying.. unfortunately now at 31 I either need to adapt and try to find a plus size superman suit, or figure out how to lose the close to 70 pounds I've gained in the last 10 years. I can no longer be supreman because I am too fat to fly.. Look in the sky is that a blimp? A lump of marshmallow? No! it's supersized man! I should just have the burger king logo blazoned on my chest next to McD's or any other fast food. Fatter than a speeding mullet, able to eat tall stacks of pancakes in a single round. I am too fat for my superman suit, despite my best intentions, and my noble aspirations to help mankind, or any other cliche ideas pounded into my brain by reading all those sappy, happy ending fantasy novels. So much for childhood dreams. I guess I never will fly in that suit, never swoop down to save my Lois Lane, Unless of course Lois lane is related to Little Debbie, in which case she's in luck. Or out of luck.