Simple… is not easy..

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Do we dare to be better than we were yesterday?  Do we wake up in the morning, thankful that our feet hit the floor, and face the day like we are going to kick the crud out of it, or do we stumble like zombies into our “daily” routine, regretting the drive to work, regretting the day in the cubicle, only to look forward to couching the night away in front of the TV.  Is that what has become the best part of our day? I suppose that is certainly easier…that is certainly the path of least resistance.  But, to what end?  That route of movementless existence leaves us barely able to take care of ourselves in the end.  It leaves us as dependent on our own children as they depended on us after their birth.  It leaves us weak, tired, unhappy shadows of the human beings we once were.  Lucky for me I am part of something.   I am part of something else.  This community….this Tribe….this incredibly close knit family is full to brim of something…something I believe is lacking in a lot of places in this world.  This tribe we have is full of vision and hope and dogged determination.  We know that we will not solve the  problems caused by  sitting, by sitting down to exercise.  We know that human beings were meant to move.  We were all meant to run, jump, climb, lift and throw things.  We should hang by our arms, we should invert ourselves from time to time, we should move well, and have fun doing it. We know how it feels to work out with out moving, and we know how movement feels…we choose the latter.  We know what consistent training is and how important it is. We know that once we put that consistency into practice  how incredible it feels to run into a friend who just saw us 3 months ago, and see that their face and smile shows how impressed they are with how “different” we look, they don’t even need to tell us, though they do….  We eat that up for breakfast. (along with BACON)    We know that choosing to move now will pay off later.  We know that choosing real food over processed poison will lead us to not only leaner and more functional bodies but to feeling so much better.  We remember how it felt the first time we crawled..we remember embarrassment, some of us remember shame….perhaps most importantly we remember nothing but encouragement from those around us, and how no matter the amount of defeat we might have felt, there was something that compelled us to come back…something that dug deep into us and screamed  “I can do this, I am capable.”  At times we couldn’t even allow ourselves to think that, but then, someone else would believe, and that was enough.  We know what it is like to pour our heart and effort out amongst dozens of other people doing the same thing.  We know the vulnerability that it takes and interestingly enough the power that it gives.  We feel unstoppable at times and also nearly crippled.  It really is poetic.  We are broken in front of each other, and built up nearly every time we enter this “box” of ours.  Part of us hates that, but mostly we love it.  We almost always believe in ourselves, and in the moments that we doubt we find belief in others that helps drive us on toward our goals.  We know how unique this is, which may be why we treasure it so much.  We treasure it, but we do not guard it, we are open to anyone willing to put the effort in to be her.  We do not care how fast you are, we do not care how strong you are….we care how hard you work, and how willing you are to care the same about us.  WE DO NOT CHOOSE EASY.  WE CHOOSE BETTER!!!

Hope for the future and those around us… simple slight rehash of an older post…..relevant nonetheless

I am luckier than most. I have completely designed my lifestyle around fitness. I have to be in shape or it is impossible for me to do my job correctly. So that means it is easy for me to exercise consistently right…..??? It’s super easy for me to eat healthy….right??? I suppose to an extent it is true. But I think what’s important is to understand how long it took me to get to this level. I think it’s too often that people see someone who has made it to a certain level of fitness and they may think….oh he has good genetics…or wow she probably doesn’t even like chocolate. Take me for example; When I was freshman in high school, baseball first introduced me to the “weight room” from that moment on I always “wanted” a six pack, and veins in my arms….well fast forward 20 years later …and finally I have them…..but it did not happen overnight….I wish I could stress that, I wish I could have you all standing on my shoulders as I eyed a piece of candy, that I knew would only lead to more and more candy…..and feel how  I struggled to not eat it.  I wish you could visualize the back and forth battle it was…..”I can eat just that….it’s not a big deal”….vs “don’t touch that, look at how far you have come”….constant, relentless fight…..let me just fall of a track a second and say….sugar addiction sucks, but breaking sucks even more in the short term..lol….20 years it has taken me to undo what society, and my family put into me in the first 13 years of my life. Actually I once read a study that suggested that by 7 our eating habits are already firmly in place…that’s how early this starts. No wonder it took me 20 years to undo what was so firmly embedded in my mind… So why bring this up….I suppose because I want you to believe that it’s possible to be in whatever sort of shape you would like to be in, but you have to make the effort. You have to take on the responsibility….if you don’t do it for yourself you likely will never do it. Perhaps the only other “person” you may be able to get away with would be doing it for your children…..wouldn’t you like to be able to lift and play with their children (your own grandkids) one day? Ask yourself how likely is that scenario at the rate you are headed…and let’s pretend you who are reading this are doing fine with your health, as I anticipate plenty of you will be…then what about someone you know who isn’t going to be ok in 5 years, 10 years….what can you do today to help that person. Who can you put them in touch with to help change their life for the better? Do we, who are healthy and fit, owe it to the rest of society to help them get out of the rut they are in…to help show them how to be healthier,,,,and ultimately happier??? What do you think? Either that or live inside our Fit little box, with our fit little friends and watch Americas average waistline continue to grow….that is what is happening…how do we stop it…maybe you ask do we stop it?? Or do we act like a New Yorker…and look straight ahead and pay no attention to those hurting around us. I once posted that letting someone who is obese eat at a fast food restaurant is similar in my mind to allowing an alcoholic to have a shot a whiskey….that post offended some people…though I’m not really sure why. …I believe until we as a country are prepared to have these uncomfortable moments and recognize the nationwide epedemic for what it is…then I believe we will never begin to move in the right direction….at any rate it’s been a while buffalo…talk to you all soon..