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That Ol' Dog, Is Me

That Ol' Dog, Is Me I begin my chronicles about my new pledge to a healthier life in the name of charity and the Family of Us.

By

 

"How can that dog be

barkin' in the backyard…"
 
 

 

Obese db

Obese db

Dateline: 1/2/2012… 205.1 LBS

Take this as my suicide note.

Bye bye cats.  I'm about to go.

I am:

Obese.

Round.

Fat.

I am:

High Cholesterol.

High Blood Pressure.

Prostate Cancer.

And I done all of this to me.

Take this as my suicide note.

I'm killing me.

This ol' dog won't hunt none much more.

Take this as my suicide note.

If I don't change.

 

 

"…we ran over him years ago…"

 

 

Me before I grew into db

Me before I grew into db

So on this first full day of 2012, the 60th year of my life, I am going to take the extraordinarily hard step of trying to avoid killing myself.

Someone else may kill me, but in print and in whispers.  I promise this to my family, both the family I live with, and The Family, Of Us, I promise, that to the best of my ability, I Will Not Continue To Kill Me.

And I want you to take the same promise, not that you won't kill me, which I'm hoping you don't, but that you promise to quit killing yer-ownself.

I have Old white Guy Disease, and truth be known, you probably do to.  Here's how I can make that diagnosis, fairly easy.  Go to Google and type exactly this in "Don Barone," (use the quote marks around my name to limit all the hits that Google thinks is me but ain't) now when all that me stuff comes up go up to the top of the page and hit IMAGES.  Wait 0.72 seconds, and then go to looking at me.

Click on any IMAGE.  If you look anything like ugly ol' me… fat, round, wider than taller, OBESE… then dudes you've got Old White Guy Disease.

And if you are some other shade of human, do it too.

You don't have to be beige to be killin' yerself.

You don't have to be me to be writing your own suicide note.

 

 

"How can that dog be

runnin' by the backfence…"

 

 

Newlyweds: Barb weighs almost the same plus 2lbs

Newlyweds: Barb weighs almost the same plus 2lbs

To The Family, Of Us… listen up… we need every moment this universe will give us on this planet Earth.

And we don't need it for us, we need it for them; for those we love.

We especially need it for those who will follow us.

Follow you outside.

Follow me about writing about you.

Don't matter none why it is you go outside and bring those you love, and others, with you.  What matters is that YOU GO OUTSIDE.

Out there, right outside your window, is where HEALTH is.

It is so close to all of us, we CAN touch it, just open the your front or back door, and step outside.

I'm going to be doing this new health thing myself, won't be listening to anyone but me since I'm not good at taking orders, and those giving the orders don't know me none so they can't be specific.

Me to me I can get real specific.  I have pretty much figured out that experts are only experts about their own self, and not my own self, experts in general only are experts about how they do what they do, and not so much how others do what others do.

Read up about this stuff all you want, but listen, listen to that voice inside of you, the one you been ignoring all these years.  I freakin' hear it so I know you must too.  That voice is the voice of the universe telling you how to stick around.

My whole approach to health rests on one simple idea.

Doors.

I'm going to open any door I can to get outside, be it the front or back door, the garage door, or the door of my 4Runner.

And I'm going to close and lock the kitchen door where the donuts and cookies live.

Take nothing I say as anything remotely medical or scientific.  Don't do a damn thing without talking to your doctor, attorney, or life insurance dude.

But if I could write you a prescription, this is what it would be and the one I gave myself.

Take an ugly picture.

Of yer-ownself.

The grosser the better.

Freak yerself out.

Disgust yerself.

Then tape it to a place you will be everyday.  A place where the truth shows, a place that hides no lies, a place where the you, you see, is the you, you get.

The bathroom.

The John.

Stick it up on the mirror, stage left.

Stage left, the ugly you.

Stage right, the you as you get to be the you, you want/need to be.

Look at it.

Get angry.

Do something about it.

Fix it.

Fix You.

 

"…we ran over him years ago…"

 

 

....me now...I'm now 1.75 times me that I was in the Newlywed shot...I'l​l never get back to that weight, 120 pounds, but I will get to 1.25 times me...and if I do that will mean 50 rods and reels for 50 children. One rod and reel for every pound lost.

....me now...I'm now 1.75 times me that I was in the Newlywed shot...I'l​l never get back to that weight, 120 pounds, but I will get to 1.25 times me...and if I do that will mean 50 rods and reels for 50 children. One rod and reel for every pound lost.

Now if you are like me, all this Rah-Rah stuff may last just until the Krispy Kreme neon donut light goes on, so I've got a plan for me to stick with this.

MONEY.

Beginning this first day of 2012 (first full day of being awake and not sleeping off that there last day of 2011) I declare this:

At 6:45 AM when I stepped all nekid on the fancy see-through glass Weight Watchers scale and after a couple attempts of trying to peer over my ever-expanding belly I saw exactly this:

205.1

As in pounds.

Pounds of me.

I saw the worried look on my wife's face when I announced that I have now added 80 POUNDS to what was once our 245-pound marriage.

Barb has added some to the marriage as well… two pounds.

I still have her as she was and has always been.  She now has 1.75X's me.

I don't think I will ever get back to the weight I was when I got married… 120 pounds… but what I will do is to get off the chart that lists my body mass, ME, as OBESE.

My body mass is massive for someone my height.  If I could somehow shoot up to 6 feet 4 inches where the longitude and latitude of me would match my weight, I wouldn't be needing to be dumping all the cookies in the garbage.

But I do.

So as to keep on track of trying to throw less of a shadow behind me I'm going to do it for the MONEY.

I am going to donate a pound of flesh to Tackle The Storm Foundation, and since I sort of run that foundation and don't want to be cutting off skin and fatty stuff and trying to deposit that in the bank, I'm going to make it easy.  I'm going to donate $8.50 of cold hard cash for every POUND of me that I lose.

I picked that amount for a special reason.  For $8.50 Tackle The Storm Foundation can place a rod and reel into the hands of one child.

Every pound I lose will turn into the magic wand of childhood, a fishing pole, for some child somewhere.

My goal, fifty magic wands to fifty kids.

Every Sunday morning I will weigh myself and post the weight on http://www.tacklethestormfoundation.org/ if you would like to help me you can hit the DONATE button and donate what you can per pound of db losing db.

You can follow my progress on this website

BassResource will run the stories, not because it is a story of me, but because it is a story about, The Family, Of Us.

Us.  Those who love the outside, and me who writes about those who love the outside.

About the WHY we are out there.

And I know you know why you are out there.

The WHY is them.  Those folks.

To honor the memory of those who took you out there in the first place.

To make memories for those who YOU now take out there.

And to do that, you need to be able to go outside.

With Them.

And not writing your own suicide note.

To Them.

Make the memory.

Instead of being one.

 

"…ghost of a dog
 barkin' in the backyard."

 

Ghost Of A Dog

Edie Brickell & New Bohemians

 

 

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