Apr 252017
 

I started to type “I’ve been overweight my entire adult life,” but that’s not true. I was in phenomenal shape when I was selling cars, and for the first year I was at Intergraph. I weighed 165 pounds.

I haven’t quite doubled that, thank God, but I did record a 310 yesterday.

I’ve blogged so many times about losing weight and then not done it, and I’m not going to go on and on now. I have an interesting motivation this time, though—one I think may well stick. Heart disease and diabetes risks finally hitting home? No. Tired of feeling and looking bad? Yes, I am, but that’s not the impetus. Ready to wear the massive wardrobe you can lose weight through for the next two years? Yes, but ditto.

It has been the horrifying realization that at my current size, I am likely ineligible to ride most of the roller coasters at Busch Gardens. And we’re going to Busch Gardens this year.

What kind of shit is that, Bo? You can’t be bothered to literally add years to your life and feel better, but the thought of losing a thrill ride or two clicks you over?

Yup. Dunno. Not gonna dig too deep into it. Just gonna try to keep the fire stoked.

Maybe I’ll track my progress on a blog sidebar. Haven’t decided yet.

 Posted by at 9:29 am
Apr 042017
 

When I was 12 years old, I don’t remember what I said I wanted to be when I grew up.

I remember what my classmate Shannon said, though. He wanted to be a bulldozer owner/operator. He had it all worked out. He was going to get a secondhand dozer, live in a trailer, and work six days a week while he saved money—first for a nicer dozer, and then for a nicer home. Said if he was careful, he could retire by 50 and do whatever he wanted for the rest of his life, never having worked for The Man.

I don’t have much memory of Shannon outside of Mrs. Robertson’s fifth-period science class. But I still think of him often when I see a bulldozer on a trailer going down the road. A cursory online search doesn’t reveal any evidence that he carried out his plan as envisioned 30+ years ago (which, of course, doesn’t necessarily  mean he didn’t). I like to think, whatever he did with himself, he moved with that purpose and conviction.

I probably needed a livelier step, a heavier step, or both at various points in my past. I think a lot of us can say that. There isn’t much point in looking back to self-flagellate, though—only to learn. Where do I need more purpose and conviction now? Can I identify two or three solid arenas and crank it up?

 Posted by at 2:45 pm
Mar 082017
 

“Building success with words takes investment. We wanted to create an atmosphere where that investment will begin or will expand.” My friend and fellow writer Kathryn Lang chairs the inaugural Mountain Valley Writers Conference, an upcoming event in Guntersville. The event, for writers at all levels, will offer guidance on social media, digital marketing, independent publishing, […]

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