The Day I Realized I was Fat
All of us have turnkey moments in our lives. Those moments when everything changes. Those moments when lightning strikes and things become crystal clear. The "aha" moments that we experience are immediate and unforgettable. Up until today I’ve had 2 or 3 of these "aha" moments. One of them in particular sticks out like a sore thumb.
One day in September of 2005 I happened to gaze into the mirror. This wasn’t just any normal gaze. This was a long, slow, and excruciating physical examination. I stared in the mirror and examined every inch of my body from head to toe.
- Hair looking good? Check
- Arms still there? Check
- Neck still attached to my head? Check
- Legs doing fine? Check
- Toes in place? Check
As I turned away from the mirror I noticed something strange. My stomach was sticking out further than I’d ever noticed. For weeks it had been there but this was the first time that it ever repulsed me.
There it was staring back at me in all it’s glory. When I had a shirt over it I could easily call it fluff, loose muscle, the pooch, or any nickname that would help me hide what it really was. With the shirt off I couldn’t lie to myself. I was a fat boy plain and simple.
In 30 seconds I ran the gauntlet of emotions ranging from upset, to indifferent, and finally ending up angry beyond belief. Being upset did something very special for me. It was the match that set my desire on fire. I seriously doubt that I would have ever lost a pound had I not been real with myself.
Sometimes the things we need to see are right in front of us hiding behind a veil we create. It doesn’t help to hide or dish out pet names. Be real, up front, and honest with yourself. Get mad, get upset, get pissed off. After you get yourself all worked up use that energy to make a change for the better. Do it now and don’t look back. You’ll thank me later.
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February 4, 2008 at 11:36 am
lol, you were fat.
The pooch was sending lies to your brain man.
February 5, 2008 at 1:54 pm
You’re not a nice guy michael