The Day I Became A HiPPO

I woke up this morning and the ugly truth struck me.

After decades of struggling to lose weight, I relent, it was all futile, somewhat meaningless. Phftt! Kaput!

The proof was there. How could I not see it? I’ve spent hundreds upon hundreds of dollars on fat-burning supplements, on simple to complex exercise plans, all-in-one and all-for-one diet plans, natural and unnatural diet pills, Shaolin Monk eating principles, Man-in-the-Wilderness Youtube Surviving on nothing indoctrinations, blender this and blender that and still…

It was the same. Day after day, year after year. Tribulation after tribulation. I just couldn’t admit it until today I saw my tiny feet beneath my overhanging belly, it was the day I became a HiPPO.

All Rights Reserved. Hippo.

All that tossing and turning, and rolling here and there on my Minimalist futon all night long just meant what I suspect my ancestors all knew, that while one day I would walk upright and my true self would emerge when the sun set and the nocturnal life in the river repossessed my dreams. The inescapable truth would bare itself as a pudgy hippo with tiny feet waddling around. And so be it.

I tried eating lots of vegetables, just vegetables. Vegetarian, Vegan, imitation Dim Sum. Great stuff and a bit costly. And while I did experience healthy “feel good” improvements, I generally dislike raw vegetables unless I get into a nutritional, bio-adversity deficiency and then I will force feed myself.

Hey did you know that, “Hippos eat on average 40kg (88 lb) of grass a night and maintain their fatty figures with a sedentary lifestyle, spending most of their time wallowing to cool off and digest their food.”

Source: BBC Earth. All Rights Reserved Ms. Ella Davies, January 20, 2015. http://www.bbc.com/earth/story/20150116-the-diet-secrets-of-hippos-herbivore-or-cannibal

So yes, I hear you!

Maybe the real cause of my pudginess has less to do with ancestral HiPPO DNA and more to do with today’s behavioural and environmental factors directly proportionate to a sedentary lifestyle (Pre- and POST COVID19 Solitary confinement) and over consumption of convenience foods!

Hey, when was the last time I went for a nice secluded walk on the beach, in bright sunlight, under blue skies and tradewinds from the Koolau Mountains?

All Rights Reserved. Magic Island at Ala Moana Beach Park.

When was the last time I intently sat down, and smelled the salt air from the sea and watch the waves close by?

All Rights Reserved. Hanauma Bay, Island of Oahu

Or made it a point of life to go outside to greet the morning sun?

All Rights Reserved. The Joy Of Rain.

When was the last time I stood in pouring rain in just my swim shorts to relish fresh rain water cascading from my head to my barefoot toes?

All Rights Reserved. There Was A Time When People Really Talked.

When was the last time I held someone’s hand and shared a real-life moment in person, and not just one of a million hours over a Smart Phone six feet away?

All Rights Reserved. Koolau Mountain Range. Hawaii Magazine.

Today I became a HiPPO. I don’t like it but I’ve come to accept it. I’ve come to accept what I’ve become, physically anyway.

More importantly, in acccepting I place no fault or blame on myself or anyone else. It’s not something to fault nor to blame anyway. At this very moment, it is what it is.

So I will wash my face, brush my teeth, take a deep breath and say, “Okay, I want to try again.”

Won’t you tell me, “I can be hopeful again?”

Won’t you tell me, “Take a another step foward and do something that’s really meaningful again, and hopefully sustaining”.

Won’t you tell me, “For sure! Try it again.”

Won’t you tell me, ” Just keep it simple. Just keep trying!”

Won’t you tell me, “YAY! You’ll get there. One step at a time!”

All Rights Reserved. Hippo.

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