Are you fat?
Not another politically correct term.
I mean fat.
If you aren’t, stop reading. If you are fat and you know it, join me for a few minutes.
My friend Eric is fat. A giant tub of goo (his description).
He isn’t a person of substance, a person of mass, differently weighted, gravitationally challenged or chubberrific.
And, he knows it.
He also knows to live the life he wants, he can’t be fat.
You see, he has dreams.
He also has struggles. He knows that also.
One of his goals is to ride his bicycle to Iowa from Arizona, and then, to ride in the RAGBRAI once there.
The bus for that goal leaves in early June.
Will it leave with him on it?
I guess that will depend on him. Not his friends or family. Not some mystical powers.
It will be dependent on that lonely place known as self.
My money is on Eric facing his struggles and making it. I am rooting for him. Not really for him, though.
I am rooting for his success because of you.
When Eric gets to Iowa, or better yet, as he gets there, his life will be forever changed.
More will come.
How many expeditions did Shackleton lead to the Antarctic? One?
Send Eric a line or two of encouragement. You can check out his blog where he speaks from the gut, so to speak.
More importantly, are you fat? Is there something that you would like to do?
Read this post about momentum stacking.
This is my charge to you:
If you are serious about making changes leave a comment or shoot me an email. It would be my pleasure to help the process. If, you are serious.