Dorrier Underwood

In my younger and more vulnerable years I always though 245 was fat. I was in college and had gained all of the freshman 15 and then some. I had been 197 as a sophomore and was 230 in high school which was big. I had been on a diet since I was 10 years old when Dr. Brown told my mom no more carrots they have too much sugar, since doc brown I have been on rice, no rice, potatoes, steak, shakes, veggie juice and even did a stint on the diet called the crazy diet where you ate one food all day, from watermelon to cabbage. What I have finally decided is that I know it all. I don’t need more information. It really is a function of math, calories in – calories burned = surplus or deficit. I need a deficit of 24 more pounds. So I could really say exactly how many calories and how much exercise would get me there. I might be off a bit because of the newest science, but I can tell you, I don’t have a plan for the peanut butter cracker afternoon binging. I think the peanut butter crac...

As we again celebrate the birth of our nation, I think of how unlikely it was. By "it" I mean our nation. A bunch of men got together and declared that we are free of governments that do not allow our participation. And that all men are created equal. And that we have rights not from a king but from God. They got a guy to write it all up in a word doc, which at that time was just some big piece of paper, and then they all signed it. And what they said was in present tense. Not the day after the war all men are equal, not we WILL be free if all goes well. No, they said WE ARE FREE, now, right now. That is the power of a declaration. I make a declaration every year in Late June. I put out a sign that says a parade will occur in our cul de sac at 9am on July 4 th .  I do not check with anyone, ask permission, call the town or the HOA. I made the sign, it is my sign and it says... I don’t check to see if others will be there, or if we should move it to Saturday instead o...

It's not a decision, it is a bunch of coordinated choices. I did NOT want to run today. First I go eat pasta at lunch with CREAM SAUCE. The conversation is good and the food is amazing, but as I come home on the belt-line I notice I am only going 50 and on the side of the road. I will nap. But you were going to run this afternoon, But I am so tired and I am only running a 5k. I have been so good, I deserve it, I will not eat the pasta again, just let me nap this time and I will be good. Choice, I take the exit towards the gym. But that exit also takes me to my house. Choice, I go straight at Kildaire. But I could just ride by, and I am PRETTY SURE I WILL. Choice, I turn in. I sit in the parking lot and listen to Hunter Thompson, in the worst throes of a pasta coma. As he describes his drug induced escapade, I drift in and out of consciousness. I wake up, it has been 10 minutes since I parked, and I have been passed out, I should just go home. Choice, I get m...