“You sure you do not want some? It is not that bad.”
“You do not drink?”
“We are going to hang out, you want to come.”
When I am at home I have a routine. I wake up early, work out, make food, go to work, have food there, and come home. It is easy, it is comfortable.
This is not as easy. I am at a conference. I am in rooms with unlimited snacks and soda. I have breakfasts where the danishes outweigh the fruit. The gym is a treadmill, an elliptical machine and some free weights. Very few free weights.
Yet, I know the drill. This is my life. I know what I need to do to succeed.
When I talk about food here I get cheers. I get brave metals. I get big Woots!
Here, they see a pretty muscular man. It is confusing to them. I do not explain. I give them the Popeye “I am what I am.” Most people just look. They think I am a little weird.
They are wrong. I am a lot of weird. Who works out when there is free beer? Who eats salad when there is BBQ? Who has apples in his pockets?
This is full time. This is the way I live my life. Maybe I am strong, maybe I am powerful. I know what I am not, and that is fat. No one will call me lazy. Not anymore.
It is not as hard as it was before. There are days that I wish I was like normal people. Eat a cheeseburger and stop. Get full from a small milkshake.
But I am not. I have not been for some time. I over eat. I changed my life, and I have not seen a negative aspect of it. I play with my son, I am considered a hard worker. I am succeeding.
We went to dinner tonight, and I swear the only food out there was fried. Everything was fried!
My wife was nervous. She knows I will not eat it. I would go after and eat something a little more my style.
All of the sudden, a plate of three chicken breasts and spinach came in front of me. The waitress said “No oil, baked.”
I looked up and a woman who I have known for some time smiled at me. She is the only one who knew 420 pound Tony.
“I am so proud of you.”
I am pretty proud of myself as well.