Part 2 in a series discussing The Fat Trap
I stumbled across a very interesting feature article when I was randomly clicking on links while browsing the web.
and it triggered something of a landslide of reaction and comments.
This blog post you are reading now is part two of my extended commentary on this most awesome article.
Keep reading if you like but things will make more sense if you jump back and read Part One first.
A moment to address “fat” and “fit” and the messy place half way between them
English is sometimes wonderful and sometimes it is awful. And in this case it is awful. Why? because in this case it Read the rest of this entry
The last week of July, this year, I ran across an article…
…and it created an explosion in my head.
It was the proverbial match thrown onto a powder keg.
It was the key for a lock.
It was the AAA battery needed to make the toy work on Christmas morning.
It was the catalyst needed to make the chemical solution crystallize.
It was the final piece of the puzzle.
It was a trigger, the “thing” that got me moving again. It was an epiphany.
Simply put, and all cliches aside, it was exactly what I needed to read at exactly the right moment.
The article presented some information which I already knew but in a different way AND far more importantly, it presented some information which was completely, absolutely, brand new to me.
Those few bits of new information put everything into perspective — suddenly everything just clicked into place. I knew how I could move forward and succeed this time where so many times before I had tried and failed.
I have no idea what I was looking for when I found this article. Seriously! But something made me Read the rest of this entry
In my last post “What is Health?” I showed you, my dear readers, all four of you who are reading this, how to search the web to find out how other people define “health.” Many of those definitions are reliable and offered by experts in their fields. You could, of course chose your definition of “health and fitness” from among them.
Or, one could, I suppose, rely upon the reactions of others around you to let you know that you’re fit and healthy. Hmmmm… I can envision it now, months from now having finished my journey and living a lifestyle of health, I strut, *ahem*, stride down the streets of Oaklawn……
[ Cue the music for the fantasy sequence … ]
Being Fit and Healthy means having pecs of death. It means having biceps and triceps of steel that send shivers of desire up the spine of every red-blooded gay man who sees me. It means having a set of abs that will stop traffic. Gay men will look at me and drool. Straight men will look at me and feel insecure. Straight women will weep because they can only look but not touch. Butch biker lesbians will nod their heads in approval. Being fit and healthy means I will have a body like the guy in the photo to the left.
When people me see me they will…
. . . kinda grunt like they’ve just been punched and softly say “Mer-say!” while fanning their face with their palm.
. . . turn to their friends and whisper “There ought to be laws,” accompanied by a slight shake of the head and followed by a soft sigh of longing while craning their neck for another glimpse of my perfect physique…
And, some, sadly, will be envious of my success; those poor souls who have been starving themselves silly and have been sweating their ass off in a gym for weeks will glare and mumble…
. . . “Let’s tie the bitch down and stuff Twinkies down her throat! She’s obviously had work done.”