So as it seems, the past few months, I've undergone this bizarre transformation. I wanted to return to that Super Man I was once before in my life. I decided that it was time to practice what I had been preaching and actually push the superhero route.
I quit smoking.
I ate less.
I ate differently.
I replaced food with lots of water.
I cut my soda intake by 95%
I bought a bicycle.
I did a bit of exercise...but not a whole lot.
I changed my diet drastically...
...and faster than I expected, I started to change. To become sexy again. To become virile again. To irradiate that confident gait again. People started to notice me again.
I wanted to be my own superhero. To me that starts with a superhero body. Now, don't get me wrong, we know now in a realistic world, you can be a superhero of any shape or size because no matter how you looked before, if you have or received some super heroic talent or gift, there's no saying that you'll instantly have a hardbody and be buff or have a chiseled cleft chin, but there may be a certain Aires about you. Almost a radiant "glow", so to speak.
This is definitely one of those "if I can do it, so can you" occasions. You see, I can be lazy at times so over the past few weeks I started to become tripped out when it came to the weight loss. Clothes I hadn't worn in years were fitting while my everyday clothes got bigger and bigger to the point of swimming on me. I dropped 2 pant sizes and am heading for another. If I didn't wear a belt they'd fall completely off with no resistance at all.
I'm sure I could still be a "superhero" without it, by sharpening my skills and talents, but still... There's a certain pride that goes with it. That... and I'd like to fit into the tights and leather.
Someone sent me an email on myspace when I told them I may resurface into the social world again after a long hiatus, they replied "oh you don't need to lose anything... Just love yourself and go out and enjoy yourself. Look at me!"
*brief pause with a look of disgust and a blink of both eyes*
Yes. I did. I did look at you. You seem to dwell in mediocrity, never striving for more. Never looking to be the best you can be. Taking pictures of yourself to post on your myspace that made you look as if you wore ill fitting trash bags. No I'm not some fashionista trendoid metrosexual, but I do know that accepting yourself and loving yourself is something one should do when they can do no more and are as far as they can go. Those are your Charlie Brown Christmas Trees. The ones you dress up and fix up 'til they are at the top of their game where they are pretty trees, but they are still small ones.
So until you can say "I have achieved all that I can" then you must forever strive to greatness. Vanity... One of my favourite sins, is only a sin if it borders on the obnoxious.
Be all that you can be and be awesome in it. You needn't settle. Those places will still be there waiting when you've become the best you should be.
Loathe thyself first and work to the point where you may love thyself afterward and then you can hail thyself as your own personal god and superhero!