What's up my fatty peeps? I'm just getting back from the gym - second time today. I was just in a mood I guess, but damn... I'm just done with it, you know? Done being fat. The sun is shining, the air is warming, and dammit I just want to be out there, enjoying life. So I did another 20 on the eliptical and 10 on the stationary bike.
In other news, I was at a gaming event this past weekend. The game I play is called Warhammer, and a couple times a year a bunch of 20, 30 and 40-somethings go to different tournaments and throw dice while pushing miniature soldiers around the game board. Great stuff, I love it.
The thing is, the guys there... I'd guesstimate that ~70% of the guys are at least overweight, and an abnormally large percentage are morbidly obese. It's sad to see man. I spent a lot of time looking around, just wondering what each guy's story was. Because they're probably the butt of jokes to lots of people in their regular lives (like I'm sure I was/am), but something in their lives has brought them to this place. This prison of a body that they themselves have constructed. And it made me sad. But I can't help them - they've got to help themselves. Because just like me, they got themselves into their prison - and we each have to get ourselves out alone. We've all got to tap into our own inner strength, focus on what we *really* want, and then go get it.