Now I am not, nor have I ever been one of the homeless people. Hear me out…I’m driving up to Santa Fe yesterday and I’m taking in every bit of what I call “God’s Country”. The majesty of where I live and my surroundings is so beautiful it’s overwhelming. If you have never been to New Mexico or the the States that border the “Four Corners” you are truly missing a part of the great country we live in.
Poor Has Many Meanings
I come from a small town in New Jersey not more than 18,000 lived there or probably still live there very upper middle class and as a kid I lived in what was considered the slums of Ridgefield, NJ… the apartments near the park. My brother’s and I grew up in an incredibly dysfunctional working class family. I look back and remember the feeling of being poor but the reality was that my parents made descent money it was just elusive to us. Those are word’s for another story…
Being poor felt horrible to me and I vowed never to feel that sense of insecurity again as long as I lived. It’s been a roller coaster ever since. That drive and determination took me out of NJ and sent me to NYC, Cincinnati, Albuquerque, NM and now Nevada. It got me thinking.
The choices fat people are not one’s of “thrive” they are mostly about survival. Instead of living their life in forward momentum it seems that of a life stuck in the the rhythm of insanity and circular strides. Always coming back to the familiar and comfortable. This same hold’s true for most homeless people…with one exception. Most fat people use their job, kids and spouse as an excuse for not having the time to workout and eat sensibly. Most homeless don’t have those worries.
Move Away From the Familiar
Like I said it got me to thinking. If homeless people don’t really have anything tying them down to one place then why the hell would they stay in freezing cold weather in NYC, Cincinnati, Boston and the real stupidity Chicago. It just doesn’t make sense. If I was homeless, I would begin walking (if I had to) to a warmer destination. If I had to brave the winter’s in a cardboard shanty I’d opt for Florida, Texas or Louisiana. Now I’m not saying that all the homeless should start a mass migration to warmer climates but I just wonder about the mentality. If you could be homeless wouldn’t you want to take the stress of maybe freezing to death off your list of worries. Maybe it’s me?
The big reason homeless people don’t move is because they don’t know any better. Their reality is with the familiar even as shitty as the freezing cold might seem. They still live in the comfort that it is familiar to them. The familiarity of fat and your surrounding’s of being fat are what keep you fat. Not wanting to challenge yourself to see want’s beyond the fat. As with my recommendation to homeless people living in the frigid conditions of the Midwest and Northeast to move to warmer climates please get out of the fat comfort zone.
Make the sacrifices necessary to lose the weight. Challenge yourself to see the rest of your life the way you want it. Refuse to see your l life as only the way someone else thinks you should live. You really do have a choice.
In this year of change and the battle cry of “Yes, We Can” let’s take our new presidents advice and fight for what is yours…a better life out of the prison of fat.
It’s about time you lose weight fast.