Most people talk about that single moment in which the knew they were fat. I've had many moments, but ignored each one. It wasn't until I was walking down the hall at work did I realize I was fat. The hallway is narrow (but plenty of room for two normal-sized people) and my co-worker seeing the fatty I am, backed up because she knew we both couldn't fit side-by side in the hallway. Until that moment, I didn't realize I required so much S P A C E.
Let the boot camps begin! Imagine waking up at 5am to attend a 6am boot camp rain or shine. I could barely jog fifty feet. The trainer was gracious and allowed me to modify many of the exercises. Bless his heart. I felt my big ass jiggling and my boobs barely contain themselves in TWO sports bras. I had one hand holding my ass and the other hand holding my boobs. I was so uncomfortable. I thought about all the nights sitting on the couch snacking on tubs of rice pudding. I won't lie and say I don't eat a lot or that I am a vegetarian.
Thanks for reading my article and letting me know you're his family!Everyone has been asking me who he was and wondering if they knew him. As you can understand, without knowing his name or anything about him, news of the accident, makes one ask lots of questions and speculate but the news doesn't arouse any emotions/compassion in them.
ReplyDeleteIts different however for myself. Although I don't know your brother, my being there beside him, holding his hand and looking into his face for those last few moments of his life, has had somewhat of a riveting impact upon me. I've never been a witness to such a tragic accident nor ever saw a person actually die before my eyes.It not only makes me so deeply sad snd anguished, but its made me reflect upon many many things about my own life as well.
You and your family are in my prayers.
Btw, your blog is inspiring (certainly to other overweight folks) and I'm inspired to create a new diet/workout program and present it on my blog with LIVE REAL fat ladies working out!:)
If you're interested,I'll invite you and some other ladies to meet me in the park, the ally behind Big Lots or somewhere that hobos can gather to drink beer and watch fat ladies sweating/groaning/cussing and getting thinner!!
Hobos will love that and they'll be cheer leaders!
I'll be the Head Coach/ Drill Master with a bullhorn,whistle and a cigarette. I'll wear a speedo swimsuit with my scarred up white skinny hobo legs and a pair of bedroom slippers...
It could be the next big thing! ;)
Scott