Here’s why fat sucks:

It sucks your energy and your mood. Anyone who is currently fat and jolly, do me a favor: try being lean and just as jolly. You’ll notice a huge difference in how much easier it is to breathe while you’re laughing.

Am I being “mean”? No…not at all. I’ve been obese, and I’ve been ripped. Ripped rules. Sorry folks, but I’m here to give it to you straight. My blog, my opinions. Deal with it.

Fat also sucks on your heart. Literally. Fat requires a ton of blood to be kept alive and “in stasis” for future use. Excess body fat drains the functions of the heart and the immune system to remarkable degrees.

People, listen…L I S T E N…I’m about to give you a big, honkin’ clue-of-the-day:

FAT IS FUEL.

And, what do we do with “fuel”? Do we just keep filling up the gas tank in our car and claim that people should accept our leaky fire hazard “just the way it is” as petrol just begging for a match pours all over your new shoes? Do we cover up our excess cans of motor oil and hope no one notices? Do we hate ourselves for having too much spare charcoal?

No, no we don’t. We burn that fuel, and then, if it’s gas or oil, our leaders take us into wars to get more of it.

DaDUMdumm…pssss. (Thank you, thank you…Johnnie Morton on the drums….)

Since excess body fat is fuel and nothing more (no, really…nothing more…look it up….I’ll wait…), doesn’t it stand to reason that we should…oh, I dunno…BURN IT?

Am I angry? No…I’m peacefully peeved.

Look, I love people no matter how thin or fat they are. I love myself when I’m fatter than I like, and I love myself when I’m ripped. I ‘enjoy’ myself a hell of a lot more when I’m ripped — that’s just the facts, ma’am. You will or do, too. Admit it. Oprah…go on…admit it. (She’s on my Top 10 hero list, btw…the O is cool.)

All I ask is that you don’t pass this “obesity is an acceptable alternative lifestyle” crap by me with a straight face, okay? I know better. Oh, okay…it’s a crappy alternative lifestyle. Is that more PC?

Do I look down on obese people? No, absolutely not. Most of them simply lack the tools to really do the job, and those tools start in the mind. A lot of them are hurting like crazy on the inside, and they need to be loved and accepted as ‘people’. I know this as well, as I was there. I see it every day in my job. This has nothing to do with who anyone is as a person, with the exception of a certain segment of our society which I’ll thrash in a sec.

Now, that does not mean they need to be pandered to.

Check it: disabled folks really hate it when you kiss up to them. I don’t blame ‘em. Most of them could kick your butt in a street fight and drive better than you do even if they are blind. Some of the greatest people I know are “disabled”, and honestly, I have a hard time noticing because they’re too busy living life and putting me in awe.

Yet there’s this PC-based movement (as in “politically correct”) that says, “Hey, we’re fat and we’re PROUD, MAMA!” Great. Groovy for you. Go ahead…take whatever conclusions you’ve drawn and rather than applying these pearls of wisdom to your own life, shove it on the lives of your family. Nifty. Ask your 10-year-old how “cool” she feels being obese. Give me a break ya selfish schmuck. If you want to kill yourself early, fine…but god forbid I or anyone with an I.Q. above room temperature deem it ‘cool’.

I deem it sad.

I deem it dangerous.

I deem it worthy of a battle.

I look at people like Janis Hauser and want to cry for her; both for how she was and for who she is now.

Her husband Pete loved her just the same, before and after. Is he a hero to me? You bet. And Jan…well, she’s my rock at M-Power, and those lucky enough to get her as their personal trainer in M-Power are…well, I know they know.

So please, hear this: fat sucks. The vast majority of fat people do ‘not’ suck. Big difference. When I proudly wear this new T, there will no doubt be those who miss the point; folks who believe I think “they” suck because they’re not “buff and beautiful” or whatever. Nonsense. “Fat” is the enemy, not “fat people”.

On the other hand, people who say, “I’m gonna just be fat and contribute to the epidemic of obesity at the cost of your tax dollars, and by the way, I need two f-n seats on MY airplane ride” suck to the Nth degree. I’m not giving up my laptop’s seat for them. It’s the arrogance and selfishness that gets to me, NOT the fact someone is carrying too much weight around.

In fact, anyone who takes their civil liberties and decides to crush others with them sucks in my book. You certainly don’t need body fat to do that.

There’s more: fat will more than likely kill you early. Oh, I’ve read the counter press put out by the aforementioned “Fat Is Cool” club. It’s utter nonsense, full of holes, and completely devoid of common sense.

Will I get hate mail over this rant? Oh, you bet. Do I care? Nope. You know why? Because I know I’m right. Being correct means taking a stand, drawing your lines, and defending your ground against who or whatever may try to water down the truth.

Will I be this dogmatic for the rest of the 10? Probably not…and I’m quite open about most things. This is not one of them. I’ve literally seen thousands of people’s lives come to life when they finally decide that food is no longer their best friend. When they put down the knife and fork they’ve been digging their graves with and look at the faces of those who love them. When they realize how much better, sweeter, and free life can be when cut loose from the baggage strapped around their waists.

I’ve seen it. I’ve done it. You can do it. You WILL do it if you stay here. That’s the rules. You WILL do it.

Call me an ass, but don’t call me ‘wrong’. Not about this. About anything else, fine…but on this point, the buck stops here.

Now, on to stuff that no one will try and assassinate me over…today’s meals.

Friday, October 28th

My MasterMeal Plan

MM1: Beef with Broccoli; hot sauce added…yum

MM2: Chicken and Yam

MM3: Protein bar (on the road…again, a rare thing for me)

MM4: Extra lean beef with organic brown rice

MM5: Chicken Tortillas (recipe coming)

(Most of my recipes can be found here).

If you heard anything, I hope you heard that fat is fuel to be burned and that fat people are not joke fodder. They are not to be looked down on, nor pitied. They are just as valuable as anyone else.

But to say it’s “okay” to kill one’s self slowly through the use of food…well, I’ll gladly pass on that and hand them any tool they need to change their lives and their mind instead.

About that workout: I’m sore. Very sore. And it feels great. I got a peek at my upper abs today; just a hint of the 8-pack underneath.

So…there you have it. Fat sucks, or rather “excess body fat sucks.” It always will unless we have another stone age. Then I’ll change my tune. Too bad there will be no computers around to sound it out to the masses. {10}