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Is it ok to be fat?

Is it ok to be fat?

What would you say if I told you it’s not ok to be fat?

What is your first reaction?

I think a lot of people would say some of the following things:

You can’t use the word “fat.” That’s offensive.

Who are you to judge others?

We should love people no matter how much they weigh.

A person’s weight doesn’t equal their worth.

It’s ok to be fat as long as you get some exercise.

It’s ok to be fat as long as you are happy.

Any of those sound familiar?

I think I have used them all myself at one time or another, mainly to justify my own weight issues.

Nobody wants to feel like a loser. Nobody wants to feel like a failure. When we struggle with something, like our weight, we start to look for answers. Sometimes excuses can come disguised as answers. We latch on to these excuses, we find people who will also support these excuses, and we surround ourselves in lies.

Over time we start to believe our excuses.

But just because we believe something doesn’t mean it’s true.

We do all this in the name of making ourselves feel better. We reach for food to comfort ourselves. But comfort is not the same as being healthy. Those are two completely different things that we mistake for each other all too often.

The truth is being fat is a symptom. It is a very obvious sign that someone is spiritually sick. They are holding on to fear, resentment, and shame. They are seeking comfort from food instead of facing the truth. They are either addicted to food, have compulsions they can’t control or are in such a state of depression and denial they don’t see any other way to live.

Fat life is a very hopeless existence.

How do I know this? Because that was me for 40 years until I got into recovery.

Thinking that being fat was ok allowed me to get up to 505 pounds. It made me sick. I was on pharmacy store supply level of medications. I could barely walk. I was in constant pain. I was asthmatic. I was prediabetic. I was depressed. I was anxious. I was lonely.

I was dying.

It wasn’t until a couple close friends of mine told me the truth that I started to see how sick I was. The truth they told me was that they were afraid I was going to die soon. Hearing that from someone close to me hurt. It shook me to my core.

But it saved my life.

The truth is being fat is dangerous. Physically, mentally and spiritually. So now I am going to say something that used to be a very obvious statement, but it seems like nobody says it anymore…

Being fat is bad for your health.

We all know that, but we keep denying it in order to be nice. We don’t want to be mean so we say that being fat is ok. We don’t want to be looked at as a “shamer” so we go along with the crowd. We say the most ridiculous things in the name of being progressive or supportive. We find ourselves saying things like “As long as they are happy, then that’s fine with me.”

Here is a little secret that the Body Positivity Community won’t ever tell you:

There are no fat people who are happy.

Being fat means you are sick. It means your body can’t process everything you are putting into it which means it has to work harder. And that ultimately means it will crap out sooner and you will die younger. It also puts you at a much higher risk for diabetes, cancer, and heart disease.

Doctors always say “puts you at a higher risk” because they can’t legally say that you WILL get one of these things. But the truth is, if you continue to beat your body up with food, it is only a matter of time before you will.

Being fat also means that you will have a lower quality of life while you are alive. You can lie to yourself all you want, but all my fellow fat people know that life is a million times harder when you are fat.

You constantly worry about your health. You constantly worry about having a heart attack or stroke. You don’t fit into airplane seats. You constantly worry about breaking furniture. You are always uncomfortable. You are scared to go anywhere because you don’t know if you will be able to be comfortable in that situation. Will they have a chair you can fit in? Will you fit into the Uber when they come to pick you up?

The truth is the Body Positivity Movement is killing people. It is telling people it is ok to be fat. It is telling parents it is ok to let your kids eat whatever they want and be fat. It is making us accept a deadly disease as normal. And that is why people are dying.

Approximately 300,000 people die due to obesity-related sickness every year.

Being fat is not ok.

Does that mean you should hate yourself if you are fat?

Of course not.

This is the line that people are so afraid to cross so we just make it ok to be fat instead of dealing with defining the line better. Self-hate will never get you anywhere. We need to be able to step back from our identity as a “fat person” and look at it objectively. We can say that we have a problem without hating ourselves. It doesn’t have to be one or the other. And ultimately we should love ourselves enough to see that we have a problem and we need help.

Does that mean we should tease fat people?

Of course not.

But what it does mean is we should love people enough to be honest with them, even if it makes us uncomfortable. Lying to a fat person and saying they look good or look healthy is not helping anyone. It is making you into a lier and it is making them feel ok about their destructive behavior.

What are we supposed to do?

Think about it. If you had a friend who was doing heroin, you wouldn’t say “Hey man, as long as you are happy do all the heroin you want!” You would be the world’s worst friend if you said that.

What you would probably say is “Hey man, I love you. And I hate to see you kill yourself. If there is anything I can do to help you, just say the word and I’m there.”

That is the exact same thing you need to say to your fat friend. You could save their life just like my friends helped save mine.

Justification is not love. Being progressive is not love. Being tolerant is not love.

Love is love.

And real love is being honest. We need to stop kidding ourselves to make ourselves feel better while sick people are dying.

P.S. I want to give a big shout out to my friend Greg. We have been talking a lot about this subject lately. His thoughts and ideas are a huge inspiration to me. I’m very thankful to have a friend who is willing to talk about real stuff. I am forever changed because of his friendship. I hope you have a friend like that in your life too.

How "I" Lost 200 Pounds

This is me at 505 pounds. Miserable.

This is me at 505 pounds. Miserable.

On May 10th, 2018, I weighed 505 pounds. I felt like I was just waiting to have a heart attack. I was in pain constantly and could barely walk across a room without gasping for air. I was miserable, stuck and thought there was no hope.

On September 2nd, 2019, I weighed in at 305 pounds - the lowest I have ever weighed in my adult life. I have lost 200 pounds.

I share this not to brag because Lord knows I didn’t do this alone. This is all God! I share this to give you hope. Anything is possible for you. If you think it’s too hard or it’s just not in the cards for you, you are wrong. It’s all in your head and you can change that.

A lot of people have asked me how I did it. That’s always the big questions, right? What is the secret? Here it is.

This Is How I Lost 200 Pounds.

This is me at 200 pounds lost. God is good.

This is me at 200 pounds lost. God is good.

The short answer is I didn't do it. This is all God. The only way this was going to happen was if I stopped trying to do it. I know that sounds kind of confusing, but it just means I couldn't do it alone. I needed a power bigger than me to step in and change everything. When I asked God to do that, everything changed.

The longer answer is Overeaters Anonymous. I got in the program and went all in. I got a sponsor and a nutritionist. I went through the 12 steps. I weigh and measure my food every single day and stick to a meal plan of clean, whole food that I love.

OA saved my life. It brought me back to God and helped me deal with all the stuff I was stuffing down. That is what I truly needed, not another fad diet plan. Diets don't work for people like me. Only full-throttle spiritual change works and that is exactly what the 12 steps of OA will do.

If you struggle with your weight and dieting, I can tell you there is a real solution. It is found in the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous (which we use in OA). I would highly recommend going to the OA website, find a meeting and just go. It will change your entire life.

And if you have any questions about it, please send me a message. I am always happy to talk about it. You can do the things you think you can't do. You just haven't found the real way to do it yet. Well, now you have, cuz I just told you. The next step is up to you.

To learn more about Overeaters Anonymous and to find a meeting, please visit: https://oa.org.

Serve: Official Lyrics Video

This year I am releasing a new song every month. Each song represents one of 12 core principles I have found to be the key to a happy and fulfilling life. Abundance was the first, Gratitude the second, Acceptance the third and now comes the fourth principle - Serve.

A life dedicated to serving others does so much for us. It makes us feel helpful, it brings us joy and it makes the world a better place. I'm excited to share this fourth principle with a pop-influenced hip-hop song that is beat heavy, catchy and sure to bring some joy into the listener's life! #serve

One Is Never Enough

One Is Never Enough

I am not like other people. I can’t do some of the things that other people can do. This is just a fact that I need to accept.

I can’t have one drink because one is never enough for me. I could never understand how people did that. If someone asked me to go “have a drink,” to me that meant we are going to get hammered! I would be 5 in and notice others just sipping on their first.

What is wrong with these people? Let’s do this!

Next thing you know I’m ordering shots for everyone to get them “caught up.” I thought I was the normal one. But it turns out I was wrong. Normal people like to have a drink, chat a little and then go home to their normal life. I have never been able to do that. I have never wanted to.

I can’t have an occasional treat, like ice cream or cake, because one treat leads to twenty. As soon as I get a taste, the sugar takes over and my cravings kick in. I may just have the one in front of present company, but then when I’m alone later, I am at the grocery story buying a quart of ice cream with hot fudge. I then proceed to spend the rest of my evening eating as much as I can until I get sick. You would think, then, that I had learned my lesson?

But no.

By the next day, I would be at it again. More ice cream. More hot fudge. More shame and guilt. I don’t understand how people can just have a piece of cake at a party and then be good for a while. That was never me. One was never enough. One was just a tease.

It may seem unfair at first that I am not normal. I have had my days of feeling sorry for myself. But the truth is it is a blessing to understand this about myself and to accept it because now I can stop trying to be like other people. Now I can stop getting mad at myself for not being able to “control myself” like other people seem to be able to do. I can stop beating myself up and focus on what I CAN do.

I get to eat delicious food every day that makes me feel great. I get to be free from the cycle of addiction and the mental obsession that takes over. I get to be free from cravings and I get to enjoy being clear headed and sober.

This life is awesome and although I may not be like other people, I am not alone. There is an army of us marching together. A “distinct entity” walking shoulder to shoulder and we are exactly the people we are supposed to be.