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 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?
When was the last time I intently sat down, and smelled the salt air from the sea and watch the waves close by?
Or made it a point of life to go outside to greet the morning sun?
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?
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?
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!”