The Beginning II

I just want to make sure everyone understands how BIG I was! Take note of the belly on the subject to the left. Notice the "hang" of the midsection...this is what is referred to as a "dickeydo". What is that you ask? Simple, it's when your belly sticks out further than your dickey do"! I apologize for the toilet humor, but it gets the point across. We left off right after the "shower scene". I was looking into the mirror and not recognizing the man looking back. The physical problems were really beginning to stack up. Sleeping 16 - 18 hours a day, unreal snoring, wearing a tent as a shirt (I was only a few pounds away from wearing a Homer Simpson moo-moo!), sore joints, always tired & alone, etc.

I decided to take action!!...tomorrow. I didn't see why I should worry about it that night when I could lay back enjoy my cigarettes and watch my movies with a truckload of food. This, predictably, stretched out to a few months. I was thinking that I had just started a new semester and didn't have time to fit the gym and healthy eating into my busy schedule. Of course I did have time. To everyone but me, this was obvious. This is what almost killed me.

My sister Tiffany called me and told me that there was a fire burning near by and wanted to know if I wanted to go with her, her husband Greg and my two other sisters, Tara and Trisha. (Before anyone says, "But you shouldn't go watch fires burn. It is dangerous, you might get in the way of the firefighters, you could get in trouble, etc. I know this and have already asked God the Almighty for forgiveness, so please don't worry yourselves unduly.) So off we went, trying to locate this fire. About ten minutes into the trip, I had to go to the bathroom (#1, if you're wondering). So we stopped, I did my business, and we got on our way. About half an hour after that I had to go again. This went on for a couple of hours. We never found the fire and I had my sister drop me off at my house.

The next day, I was driving from Murrieta to San Marcos for a class that I had that day. I, as had become the tradition, went to the bathroom before I left. By the time I got to campus, I was about to die! I couldn't find a parking space...I couldn't even find a place in the loading zone! I couldn't hold it anymore. As I ran behind a tree in the most remote parking lot on campus, I felt angry. I felt helpless. And the hardest thing to admit was that I felt embarrassed. I was embarrassed for the obvious reasons, but most of all, I was embarrassed because this was my fault. I did not go to class that morning. Silently, after putting a towel down on the seat, I got back into my car and drove home.

When I returned home, I called Student Health & Counseling Services (SHCS). I told them the reason I wanted to schedule an appointment was for a physical because I wanted to get in shape. I did not mention anything else. That, unfortunately, was not my low point. That was yet to come.