Fighting The Fight: Fattracking Friday (1-25-08)

Sometimes I feel like I’m a boxer.  I walk by a mirror and throw a few blows… duck, bob… weave, makes me feel alive or dangerous.  I guess it is the fighter in every male.  The want to engage… and finish your opponent.

Never really got the chance to fight much growing up.  I mean, most of the time – due to my family (big brother, cousins) I didn’t have to do much at all.  They were so dominant that most of the kids knew who they were – and just left me alone.  So I was a bada$$ by association I suppose.

Not that it was bad, most kids have to deal with bullies – take their lumps and grow.  Myself… most of the time it was ended by a cousin, big brother or whomever placing their hand on my shoulder and saying…

“What’s going on JJ?”

“This dude messin’ with you?”

You can picture a kid 4 year younger slowing looking up towards the sky where this omniscient figure is towering over them physically and socially.  Kids backoff and tend to settle the problem amongst themselves. 

I never realized how 9 times out of 10 I did not ever have to fight.  Never had to throw a punch.  Never had to deal with consequences.  So all that teenage rage never got a chance to really release.

Now as I walk around, I think…

“What are you looking at?”

“Can I help you?”

Mentally provoking everyone in my path.  I have never had to really act on anything.  In fact, I’m probably that same little kid looking around for someone bigger and badder to get my back. 

So as I have walked past the mirror in the past few days – an old guy I used to know is staring back.  A bit more in shape, younger looking – overall better.  I throw a few jabs and tilt my head back showing my dominance.  The guy in the mirror laughs and gives me the ole… “Pfffffft”.   He knows me better than I know myself.

Weighed in today.  Always do on Friday – the final weigh-in for the week.  Was worried this week for some reason, but little did I know that I would finally pass that goal of mine.  The one that has been haunting me for the past 2 years.

217 lbs.

I have made it to that weight before, a few times actually – still yet to pass it.   Last week though, I weighed in at 217 and I was hoping that this week I would finally go under it. 


214.8 lbs

I lost 3 lbs this week.  And the grand total is now at 25.2 lbs. 

And who said I can’t fight.


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