If you have seen my head shot for my book cover on my various social media platforms, you might have said to yourself, “Man, Richard’s kind of a big boy.” To that I would say, “Thank you!” Because big boy is putting it mildly, more over, it’s a straight up lie. I’m Fat. F-A-T, Fat.
Pictures in this day and age can be deceiving. It takes a lot of work to make me look as good as that photo does. Great lighting, perfect angles, and a crap load of Photoshop are just a few of the things that went into that photo. Just look at the before and after.
Now, the tone of this post might seem like it is taking a dark turn, but hold in there. It’s always darkest before the dawn, and like a Jane Austen novel, I promise you a happy ending. Think of this as the first step of a 12-step program. Admit that you are powerless against your affliction, and that your life had become unmanageable.
“My name is Richard Howk, and I am fat. It’s been two days since I’ve had biscuits and gravy.”
You might think I’m being harsh to myself, but try being my bathroom scale. I got on it this morning and it read “oL.” Which I can only guess means, “Get off of me you fat bastard. You’re crushing me.” But, seriously, I weigh too much for the scale to measure. Let that sink in a bit. Talk about your wake-up calls.
I have battled with weight issues my whole life. And recent life events haven’t made it any easier. For the first time, I’m on medication for depression. I’m lonely most of the time, and I’m so stressed out about this book that I can’t control it. While I hide it pretty well emotionally, my waistline doesn’t lie.
Now, for the happy ending. I have decided to stop battling against weight issues and just win the damn war, once-and-for-all. That means not a diet, but a change of the way I do things in my life. My life has been food-centric forever. If I was celebrating an event, there was a cake. If I went out, it was dinner and then an activity, but always dinner. Yes, we have to eat (which is what makes weight issues such a hard fight), but eating doesn’t have to be a part of everything we do.
If I were to compare it to a relationship, I would have to say that I am in love with food. But, food doesn’t feel that way about me. It’s probably best if food and I are just friends. I have become too needy, and I need to step back and concentrate on myself.
Why do I bother making a public post about this? Because no one person can win a war on their own, no matter how much John Rambo would have us believe otherwise, it can’t be done. I need your help. For my family, friends, and the new followers of my writing, this is a call to arms. I need every man, woman, and child for encouragement and accountability.
I will thank you in advance for your help. So, not only will we be counting down to the release of Pariah, but we will be counting down the pounds as well. I truly am blessed to have all of you in my life, now it’s time to get healthy so I can enjoy these blessings as long as I possibly can. Love you all!