A Simple Resolution

It's now the first day of a brand new year. Last night wasn't too calorically horrible I guess. No…it was. Sorry that was my denial talking. Like Yoovie's little devil, he just won't shut up sometimes. In reality it seems I approached the festivities with a bit too much zeal and have realized it is time make myself accountable and write a blog in response to my previous one.

Close But No Cigar

Over the holiday I found myself in a not so festive funk and I just couldn't put my finger on why. Things at home were fine and it was nice spending time with my family. No...the problem was somewhere inside myself. It really had nothing to do with what was going on around me at all. I started to scan the blogs for something to help me diagnose the problem, when I ran across a blog by my dear SPF Yoovie.

Food Fight: Battle at Christmas Ridge

As the Holiday war drags on, I find myself back on the same ship that deployed the first wave of brave souls at the battle of Turkey Hill. Just before they stormed the beaches to defend the hill from the onslaught of dietary enemies, I meet a veteran named Joe, who seemed to embody everything the fight represents to the millions of people who are affected by it's brutal advancement.

The Blind Side

On this new road to better health, I often have to pull over and observe the world around me. It is the only way I can understand where I have been and where I need to go next. Sometimes it is easy to just cruise along and not see what is passing me by while drift off course. Usually when I do stop, I find some of the most amazing circumstances, that renew my faith in humanity and give me hope that I can over come the difficulties I face in my own life.

An Off White Picket Fence

Last night after work, I spent a couple of hours counseling a good friend that is going through some rough times with his fiance. There is close to 14 years difference in age between them and they have been through a lot together. She was young when they got together and he was a little younger at heart than he maybe should have been.

I Quit!

I've been a working stiff since the tender age of 14. A minimum wage kid that learned the value of hard work, through a litany of career opportunities. Over the course of my employment history, I have found myself in all sorts of work environments. On the road, a cubical crusader, in the great outdoors, working for myself and as a cog in the machine.

A Black Friday

When I started this process of getting a life, I told myself that this time I would do it right. Before I wrote my first blog, I made a promise that I would be as honest as I could be, and share as much of my soul as I was comfortable sharing. I have written about many things pertaining to my life, both past and present. Well, this particular entry is about someone that shaped who I am, and taught me one of the greatest lessons I have ever learned. I'll warn you now, it may get heavy. If you were looking for a light-hearted read, this ain't it.