The Second Life; Or, The Fat But Not Defeated

I was at a supermarket once bothering fat people, and the gentleman said, and with tears in his eyes:

I lost several times my current body weight, in all the diets across my life.

He didn’t give up, but he was unwell, and defeat was there, near by.

Defeat is a big problem, because it can end a person’s life.

When a large person comes to the gym, they are not saving themselves.

They are entering the worst possible place, to lose weight and regain their youth.

Gyms are boring boxes, with lots of chairs, smells, and lies that pass for workout strategies that do nothing.

And IF you so manage to settle it, in some desperate blind madness.

Out will come a parade, of suuuuch beautiful ladies, so beautifully dressed, that you will quickly change your mind.

Walking into such a place, without a trainer willing to help correctly every day.

Is I believe is the definition of defeat, precisely the last thing a fat person needs.

And the large man was telling the truth, you regain your weight, until defeat is all you know.

There is so much trouble here, and the cost of failure so great.

That anything that can defeat you, must be avoided, gym included.

Yes, let me repeat that, avoid the gym.

Here is how this must play out for it to work, your kitchen appliances have to go.

If you are going to cut off the cords, unplug them first.

You need to run to the store, and get a backpack, with some hiking things.

This will become a point of your meditation, it will take a while to prepare for adventure.

But, please know, you won’t need much food, you are already carrying a lot of what you need.

And we start by walking, to the corner, to the near by store, to the supermarket.

Walking is your only weapon, it is your finest sword.

There is no giving up on walking, because every step is always a triumph.

And the backpack by the door, will begin it s work, and eventually it will have your back.

Here, all you need is a soul to come with you into the woods, the original quest for growing up and medicine that truly heals.

There are plenty of aunts and uncles with fat butts, willing to make the journey especially with you.

They will bring stories, and even secret snacks, curse them, they all do it – how I miss chocolates…

if you still have your good legs, go big, pack for the Appalachian Trail.

If life was too cruel already, start with tiny adventures.

And gradually, make them larger.

Your finest purchase should be, your Bowie knife, get a heavy one with a thick spine.

For tonight, search the internet for sounds of nature, listen to how well they fit us, how we belong out there.

Tomorrow, part with all the stress, and begin walking your own path.

The old one is short, short is not good.

Once you had your fill of adventures, you can then sign up for the gym.

And this time you will know how to do it right, you will just dance to your old adventures with dumbbells in hands.

Go on now, tiny adventures first, the body adapts faster than you think.

You have been called, you are an adventurer now.