Tales from the Road

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There, I said it.

It’s hard being a huge dude. Although some people are able to gracefully pull the ‘fat thing’ off (myself included, I would say) in reality, being huge is tough.

We battle things that most wouldn’t. You don’t think twice when you go to a new restaurant, however we’ve got to wonder “do the seats have arms!?” or “are their only booths!?” going to the movies is no treat either. How about flying!? Not only is it terrible for us, the big guys, but it’s just as bad as those sitting around us.

Now, please understad: I’m not looking for a pity-party by any stretch of the imagination. I’m also not alledgeing that being my size was something that “just happened”. The sad reality though is that whether you, I, we like it or not: Obesity IS hereditary.

That doesn’t mean that those of us with “the genes” can’t do something about it. When I was younger, I was actually in decent shape… I could run for miles, could do more push-ups and sit-ups than you can dream of. I worked out for HOURS each day. For a big guy, I was tip-top.

As I got older, I got lazier… it’s easy to do. Some people can be ‘lazy’ all they want, and never have any consequences! For example: you’ve got at least one person in your life that could eat the WORST food ALL day long, and never leave the couch… to make matters worse, at the end of the day they’ll have actually LOST weight!?!?

However, my metabolism doesn’t quite work that way… it actually doesn’t really work at all. I have to be medicated to get my body to actually break stuff down, which keeps me from being diabetic (again!)

A couple years back, I was ampped up to get back into shape… started on a healthier diet, was working out again a couple times each day… however, I’ve become lazy again.

It’s easy to eat crappy food… it’s easy to not wake up in the morning and work out.

I’m restarting my quest again.

I want to stay married to my wife, I want to see my kids grown up, I want to rock the nations with the band…. I want to be…. I want to exist.

Sadly, I need help.

While I say “sadly” I don’t necessarily mean it: having a support system is a good thing, I just hate the fact that on my own I fail.

With that being said: I need a work-out partner. Someone who will A. Challenge and push me to exercise, C. Help to hold me accountable to exercise and diet and C. Be able to keep up with me!

I know, it sounds weird… I’m sure most of you are like “the dude is 500 pounds!? Uh, yeah… I can keep up!” If that’s you, then you are thinking just like my last 4 work-out partners… all of which crumbled under my shear studliness.

So… up for the challenge!? Hit me up, if you think you can handle it! In the meantime, if you’re not my work-out partner, will you at least be willing to help hold me accountable to my diet and exercise?

Much love to all of you,
-5000

…but that that’s really hard to do when you are faithless.

Please, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to be faithFULL… or even at least to lie and say that I am… but I’m just trying to be real.

I know that everyone has problems, and I acknowledge that mine are not bigger or more important that anyone else’s; but they’re mine.

I’ll spare the details, but suffice it to say I feel worn-out, beat-down… I feel like I’m losing. Now, before you bombard me with “God can do all things” or “God is in control” etc. type remarks, please.. spare me. I KNOW all of these things… I KNOW where I can find comfort… I KNOW that God is here. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t struggle to believe it.

Pray for me… for my family (not just for me and Laura, but my folks and siblings as well). I know that God is good… hopefully one day I can have faith in that.

I love you all!
(most of you, anyway)

-5000