It might seem a little confusing and odd at first, but we are just a simple community of misfits searching for something larger than ourselves.
We’re both looking for something
We’ve been afraid to find
It’s easier to be broken
It’s easier to hide - Lifehouse [First Time]
There I was. Lying on the floor and paralyzed from moving. My wife was there. I didn’t want her to see me like this, but I couldn’t make it to the stairs quickly enough. Even if I did get to the living room, she’d know that something was up. Not many sane people jump out of bed and run out of the room when they are trying to go to sleep. There was nothing left for me to do. My wife would see my vulnerable state as I laid weeping on the floor through a depression attack.
I’m a little overweight. Allright, I’ll admit it. I’m 30 lbs. overweight. It started happening in College when I didn’t think about metabolism and greasy pizza at 1 in the morning. When you are growing up, eating doesn’t affect you. I would eat a half a pizza, a dozen wings, and drink a 2-liter of soda on a Friday night as a teen. I never gained a pound. Things changed once I entered college. I stopped growing and my metabolism dropped. I didn’t concern myself about it, until it was too late.
Everyone knows the forumla to lose weight. It isn’t rocket science. Burn more calories than you take in. It is one of the simplest natural laws, but the hardest to follow. I’m not tempted to jump off a building and disobey the law of gravity, but that burrito sure does look good.
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