Fat Club or Fight Club?

“You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O’Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International.

If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?” 

There was a long time that I wished I would wake up a different person. A thin person. A confident person. A person who could buy clothes off the rack and fit in any booth at any restaurant.  I wished and prayed for a long time that I would just wake up and be skinny.

Then one day, this past April, I DID wake up a different person. NOT a skinny person. NOT a person who could buy any clothes he wanted. NOT a person who wouldn’t sink a surfboard.

BUT …I woke up different.

I cannot say exactly what happened, but I know that that morning I woke up with the knowledge of what I was going to have to do to change myself. To turn myself into the person I wanted to be physically. I woke up with the motivation and determination to lose so much weight that I would NEVER be the same again. I cut up my membership card to the Fat Club and I called Tyler Durden and signed my membership to the Fight Club.

“Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of [his] life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted. “

Interestingly enough, this is a Fight Club that I CAN talk about. I talk about it as much as I can. I want EVERYONE to know what I am doing so that they can encourage me and inspire me.  I want everyone who needs it to join the Fight Club. Let’s turn our fat into soap. Let’s get rid of those Big Bob BT’s.  Let’s be the outer person that our inner person wants us to be.

“A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood. “

It takes fighting. It takes eating right. It takes exercise.

“I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.”

I don’t know why it took me so long (33 years) to decide I really wanted to fight.  I do know that I had some serious mental hang-ups that were keeping me from being able to get on the fit train.  I know that when I woke up that morning I still had several of the hang ups. Like not wanting to work out in public because I was afraid that people would make fun of me. Or the fact that I didn’t want to let anyone know that I was trying to lose weight for fear that they would want to talk to me about it.  But I knew I had to FIGHT to shove those issues right out of the door.

 “You need to forget about what you know, that’s your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life…”

I know there are a lot of people out there who want to get fit and healthy but just feel like they can’t.  Like they have too many mental and physical blocks. Let me be your Tyler Durden.  Not in the crazy alter-ego way. In the motivational coach kind of way.

“You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense, in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. “

Will you join my Fight Club? Do you have what it takes to join this club and give everything you have to lose weight? You have to fight for it.

” Final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight. “

Lets fight this obesity epidemic in our country. Lets fight heart disease and diabetes.  Lets fight premature death. You have to fight.

“I am Jack’s raging desire to be healthy.”  

Ok ok. I made that last quote up.


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