Whoda Thunk It?
On Sunday morning as I felt the slight nausea and joint pain coming on I assumed it was just a sign of my breaking the body down harder than I should have. For the record, I’ve been running 4 to 4.5 miles per day, 5 days a week. Yes, I’m trying to burn off the hard-gripping holiday girth I managed to load on since late October. I have a tendency to put on weight pretty quickly and lose it just as quickly. I don’t need to be told about the dangers of yo-yo weight changes, but it seems to be my body’s natural reaction to increased calories and/or increased caloric burns. That said, I went from a svelte 148 lbs. in late September to a Rican-thickness 163 lbs. by my last weigh-in late December. Was I shocked? Yeah, I was. Especially since the goal had been to take it down to 145 lbs. – not up to the 160s. Let’s keep in mind that while most of you are sporting over six foot frames, I stand 5’7” and it’s difficult to not show weight on shorter frames. …but I digress…the subject of this Whoda Thunk It is how after taking a flu shot in November and eating healthy, working out like a post-partum A-list celebrity, I managed to get bagged by the flu! I spent MLK weekend having a dream of feeling physically well again. I missed work yesterday and spent the bulk of my time between delirium and diarrhea….yeah, not a pretty sight. The good part is that by about 8:00 p.m. on Tuesday night my body began rebounding. I had enough strength to get up, get bathed (and we won’t talk about smelling like Campbell’s Onion Soup and Garlic Plantains either) and get my clothes ready for the morning. I can’t really complain about my two-and-a-half day flu run-in. Now, I hold my breath for my baby. When he left the office he was throwing up and having hot flashes. I’ll keep my distance…I mean, my fingers crossed.
Jared?! Nipple Twin Power, Activate!
My baby from B-Mo’, little J-Shan pointed out that he didn’t realize I was pierced – even mentioned that he was pierced as well. About two years ago, I had one of those amazing epiphanies and wanted to get tattooed and pierced; both on the same night. Two hours later I came out of the shop with a new look and a new lease on life. The tat and the piercing signified my being as young, relevant and alive as I wanted to be. To this day my tat and my piercing bring a mischievous smile to my face every time I look at them. So, celebrate your piercing Jared! You definitely showed your resilience early on…in many ways it’s what I most admire about you. Your ability to say what you think, do what you want and live without reservations. Much love pa!
Can the older gay community serve as mentors to the younger gay men or are we more like Crocodiles, ready to devour even our own young?
As young gay men, do you really give a fuck what the older gay community says or thinks?
Keep passin’ the open windows…