“If you are what you say you are…a superstar…then have no fear…the crowd is here.”
I have a gift. I can write. I write with passion and I know how to get my point across. There are posts that I read where I start to cry. I feel the passion in my words. There is no grey, it is black and white. You know how I feel with every word.
I have a curse. I can write. My passion can turn to anger quickly. The words that I type can hurt more than a knife. It can sting. There are times where I throw kindness out the window. The words flow out of me. I am not thinking of people in the way. I am putting it all out there.
I have a gift. I am popular. People refer me to other people and so on. I have met so many people over the last two years. So many people who have a story similar to mine. I have had the opportunity to share my story. To help others.
I have a curse. I am popular. Sometimes it takes over. Sometimes I want to be more popular. To be in more magazines, on TV. And then what? You know what? My story will be diluted. My blog will be like the rest. I will conform to what people always here. Drink water, small meals. etc. That is not what my blog is about. But will popularity change me?
I have a gift. I inspire. I inspire myself, which helps me inspire others. I love the gym. I love fruits. It shows. Then other people see that. It helps. I hear about people who did not want to go to the gym until they read me. They thank me. There is no need to thank me.
I have a curse. It is hard to inspire me. I see inconsistencies in people. It is easy to inspire when you are having weeks where you lose 3 pounds. But what about the weeks where you gain? When the going gets tough? Why can you not inspire then.
I see the self doubt in people over a few pounds.I see it like a sore thumb. I see self hatred when there is a weak moment. Inspiration is not about the good times in weight loss. It is how people handle the hard times. The rough spots.
I have a gift. I love to help. I have received so many emails. I have tried to help people who start off with a simple “Hey Tony….”. People have given me so much. I love giving back.
I have a curse. I love to help. Not when you call me Jared, theantijared, or Hey! I do not care if you want a treadmill. Do not send me a blanket email. It means nothing to me. Do not take my kindness for weakness. I do have a blog. Why would you ask me if I have one. It is the only reason why I am here. I will not sell my soul for a small UPS box full of samples. I will not change my view because you give me $20 worth of coupons.
I am not rich, but I can buy my own apples.
I have a gift. I can see different points of view. I know how many different journeys of weight loss there are. How many different workouts there are. There is one end result. To be happy. We all deserve to be happy.
I have a curse. I am uncompromising. I do feel that people need to sacrifice to meet their goals. If you always do what you have always done…well, you know the rest.
I have a gift. I am happy.
I have a curse. I was 420 pounds.
I have a gift. I love my family.
I have a gift. I can move the crowd.
I have a gift. My emotions will not change because of the scale.
I have a gift. My name is Tony.
I have a curse. My name is Tony.