My name is
Dave Draper and I'm your friend. What I am about to say is harsh
and disturbing it is meant to be but in no way is
it designed to violate or demean you, the reader. We are for all
our strengths proliferated with weakness. Let the strong rally
and wrestle to the Earth's rugged surface a fair share of those
weaknesses and set a high mark for the timid surrounding us.
of the modern world are getting fatter and less fit everyday,
an appalling combination of conditions that profile man's deteriorating
spinal musculature, character and instinctive sensibilities. Where
we were once hardy, square-shouldered and erect we are now stooped
and burdened. Where once we ran and played we now stumble and
grope. The life-giving fresh fruits, vegetables and proteins that
nourish our bodies and favor our lives have lost their appeal
and been replaced by sugar, fat and chemicals in a bag to go.
gone astray we accompany one another to the slaughter: dumb, fat,
lazy and cowardly. It doesn't stop there. We know better and we
ignore the dilemma. We deny and we procrastinate. We avoid considering
the eventual consequences of our gluttony as if by magic they
might not one day visit us, personally. Stroke, heart attack,
diabetes? Not me... please. We find comfort in the overwhelming
presence of others of similar structure and countenance and convince
ourselves of the normality of relaxed stoutness. The descriptive
word "fat" is now a term no longer socially correct and we shy
of its use should we offend the deceived ego and start a war.
Veiled eyes dart to a multitude of contrived distractions (TV,
video games, obsessive work, gulping snacks) and the pain of reality
is quieted again.
is kindness in disguise. Does one tell a child about to thrust
his hand into the beehive to enjoy the honey? We can fix the problem.
You who dare read this diatribe against self-destruction
the continued contribution to a fat and de-conditioned body
are tough and only a "choice" away from a solution. Stop here
for a moment, dear reader, and consider the common crossroads
before you. Each road is similar in appearance and takes you along
your way in everyday travel. One goes left, a common road and
slightly downhill with no margins on the food you eat, no exercise,
no real disciplines, no hope. Discarded fast food bags, Big Gulps
and beer cans decorate the muddy ditches and blinking-neon illuminates
the overcast way. The other road veers to the right with a gradual
uphill grade that wanders through tilled farmland, orchards of
fruit and meadows of grazing cattle. It's called the highway where
good eating habits regularly develop and exciting workouts thump
the body. There's a gym just over the hill and another in the
warm and sunny valley.
Do you want
to be amongst the fat and the lazy? Is that a self-image you are
willing to accept? Don't be offended, please; don't deny, rationalize
or blame. Do you like being out of control? Are you content being
one of the mindless masses, the easily conditioned and the ordinary
on their way down a struggling path? You have passions and opinions,
you protect your rights and options and you're a good person with
intelligence and aspiration. Why not apply these qualities to
the preservation of your life; why not multiply them eagerly and
joyfully to the very enhancement of your life?
your choice: left or right? What difference does it make which
way I go? Why, if not asked to pause, I would surely go slightly
downhill as it appears to be easier and by evidence of its broadness
and trodden surface, it is the road most traveled, probably safer.
That's for me, easier and safer. Think twice. Easier and safer
leads to rounder and softer amidst a crowd of the dull-eyed.
and feel the breeze, the flexing of your muscles and, ahhh, hear
the sound of music: one sure step at a time, day after glorious
day. There's a tangible difference in the effort of travel, an
appealing difference and soon you define it as stimulating and
invigorating, a fulfilling adventure without which you would despair.
Why, the navigational discipline itself makes you feel whole and
to be effective, to be comprehensive, needs to originate in the
depth of your being where reckoning resides. Only when you review
your nature and are repelled by its composition, only when you
are struck with purpose, impelled by its power and visualize transformation
will you bow your head and say, "I'm going right, absolutely and
for good, where life is lived and honored and prized."
What to do
and how to do it? That comes natural to the Bomb Squad.
I'll outline some friendly particulars for you to grasp or fumble
or juggle. Startling basics revisited I love reassurances.
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