There has been points when I wanted to pack it in. Just gorge. Eat a giant bag of Smartfood White Cheddar Popcorn. Damn you. Even though your hands end up smelling like asshole, that popcorn is divine. Then there little things that get you off the ledge.
My daughter had a birthday at the movie theatre. One of my students works there. He said, “Ventnor, I didn’t even recognize you.” There never call me Mr. Ventnor.
“Yeah. Dusty, I shaved the beard.”
“No. You look like you’ve lost weight”
I could have hugged that boy. (If it didn’t put my job in jeopardy) I don’t think he was blowing smoke up my ass because there were no marks on the line. It gave me a lot of juice, enough to avoid the snacks we bought for the kids during the movie.
Getting to the gym is tough. Cue up the YouTube. I searched the Rocky training scenes. If you don’t get pumped up by those then your fire is out. Rocky IV, when Rock is training in Siberia. That is pure cinema gold. Very inspirational. If Rocky can beat Ivan Drago, then I can beat the Burger King.
Finally, I had my parents over for dinner the other day. I’m not to get too much into it but I just watched them for a couple minutes. I just smiled. They have given me everything a parent can give a child. I owe it to them.
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