if you have fat immediate family members, maybe this will help you understand somethings about yourself.

for a more personal side of Bo..

Now I understand most of the people on these boards have thier reasons for working out. Whether or not your motivation is to be healthy or aesthetically pleasing to the eyes, we all have our reasons. We all have something inside of us that makes us drag our asses into the gym everyday, something that 90% of the general population fails to do. 60% of which are overweight and 30% that are obese.

My dad is probaly in the 10-15% range for those who are moderately/highly obese. And dont get me wrong, I love the motherfvcker, but a lot of times I want to vomit in his face. If anyone else can relate to this I'd like to know, because sometimes I feel like a piece of shit. But HE is the reason I drag my ass out the door with my running shoes 5 days a week, he is the reason I lift and care about what I eat period thee end, not because i want to perfect bod, not because i want to 'impress' people.

Everyday he comes home from work goes to the bathroom, gets changed and eats dinner (about 5 oclock) He usually hangs out in the kitchen (because we have digital cable hooked up in there) and between 5-10pm EVERY FVCKING day all he does is eat eat eat eat eat. He's on 5 different meds for diabetes, hi blood-pressure, cholesterol, etc. But hes STILL eats like a fvcking pig. I've tried to get him in shape, have tried scaring him by doing research on diabetes and what happens to the body when you dont take care of it. He shows concern, but still eats.

He has back and joint problems, hides his fvcking food now, and has all kinds of health problems and its like the thing that fvcks me up is the way I see him is EXACTLY the SAME way I would see a heroin addict or a speed freak. They are killing themselves slowy because they have NO self control whatsoever. Its like they want to fvvking die, I dont get it. And as smart as he is it only makes it that much more confusing.

He is the reason for everything I am when it comes to my views on health. Its like everywhere I turn my head, at work, at school, restarunts, EVERYWHERE, there are fat people, grotesquely obese lards of blubber limping around sniffing the air in anticipation of thier next attack. Fatness swaying in synchrony to the wobbling of thier fat asses. Its fvcking gross. And I've become extremely discriminatory towards fat people because of it. Im not sure if its right, but I really see them as a plague, its sad, but im just being honest.

So I realize I have maybe a couple years left with my dad (if im lucky) and the disease of obesity will take the toll on yet another. And the thing that makes me truley furious towards all these fat people, because my hate is never unjustified. They dont realize that for most of them, at least 99%, theres someone who loves them and admires them to fvcking death. And lives in silence about the one thing that will take them away from you. Its really some deep shit sometimes. How this one little thing will literally effect my whole life, how one day in the future i might go over the edge and scream at my non-existing child till he cries because he ate an extra value meal or some shit.

So my message is this. We as people plants seeds EVERYWHERE we go. The majority of the time we dont really realize we are even doing it. But we fitness concerned people, we are few and far between, we're a rare breed. Take a glimpse at statistics. Its nauseating. All i can ask from you people is everywhere you go and everything you do, plant a seed that will grow into a healthy vibrant shiny tree. Not an morbidly appauling fat one thats leaning to the side because he cant stop shoving fvcking shit in his mouth..

peace.