Fatty's UNITE!

Just a quick question, does anyone out there know what it's like to weigh over three hundred pounds? I do. I weighed in this morning at 312lbs, some doctors would say that's gross obesity at it's best. I would probably have to agree.

So since we are all in agreement, my fat self, and some doctors who know that I am a fatty, I decided that it was time to become less, well what's a good word for it, FAT! Have you ever tried that? It's hard. Last year around Feburary me and my fat friend decide we need to make that change in our life so that we can both feel comfortable pulling off the beadsheet we call a shirt at the beach.

Now it's no supprise when you're fat and decide to loose weight, that you would naturally go join a gym and starve yourself, eating only cellery sticks and carrots. Well, I like my food at it has put me in the great shape I'm in now, round. I learned in kindergarden that is a shape, so there for am I not in shape? Well the gym was hit hard and pounds were lost, muscle was gained, and ego's smashed to bits. It's hard to go to the gym a bunch of testosterone pumped up freaks, steroid users, and marathon warriors seemingly watching your every move, "what's the fatty going to do now? maybe he should try some crunches!" (Let's be honest, that doesn't really happen, it's just what goes through your head when you're morbidly obease) So it's hard to get into a ring of on lookers doing their olyptical work out, pounding down on stairmasters and wizzing on bikes.

But here's a thaught I had while walking home from work the other night. Why don't I just jog alittle bit. So I did, jogged for a couple blocks, stoped and walked up a steep hill. Decided hay, that wasn't so bad. So i did it again, I ran intotal 4 our of 5 kms that night. Now to some that run 50 kms like it's nobody's buisness this is no big feat. But for a 312 lb behemith this is huge. So I decided this will be a regular occurance for me. I invited my wife along to hit up the streets and pound some pavement. My wife is in much better shape that I and while encouraging, it really pissed me off having her there, her encouragments turned to taunting, her uplifting comments to put downs. Just not a good idea.

Long story short, wives are great dont' get me wrong, but unless you are on the same playing feild, so to avoid a long pointless story, I should run on my own.

WHAT A LOAD! (you know what that load consists of!)

So it's been a while. But today I felt the need to write a little Christmas cheer on my blog.

I was just checking out a friends page on facebook, he had some photo's of some school thing he was apart of, "Save a Forest Buy a Tree". To be honest, not quite sure what it was about, but it got me thinking. What a bunch of idiots think that buying a fake Christmas tree will help save the environment. I'm just wondering how is that? you use it for 5 years or so, and get the next new one that is more extensive with lights already wired up. Man when I was a kid it was a family night, an event of epic preportions to decorate the christmas tree. Ok so how many people live in your town? I don't know about little ol' Vernon, but I do know that if every family traded in their fake tree on the same year, we would have to start a new landfill because that is a crap load of plastic, acrylic, and what else they may be made of, and I'm pretty sure good ol' wood is more biodegradable. Me I'm a traditional kinda guy, there will never be a fake tree in my house as long as I live. Like look at it this way; the Christmas trees that are being bought have been grown for that purpose. If there were no people buying real trees that's a couple hundred tree's that wouldn't have even been planted in my town, probably hundreds of thousands across Canada. So really, it's good. I went and picked out my Christmas tree a couple weeks ago with a whole bunch of family and friends, and I'm picking it up today; going to go murder me some wood, use it as decoration for four weeks, and get rid of it. What do you think of that!

A Dream or Not a Dream....

Have you ever had that feeling like a dream was going to come to life. It's crazy, like you're falling off a huge building and you suddenly wake up just before you hit the pavement, and you find yourself falling in to your pillows at mock speeds, It's a good think you're bed was there to soften the fall off of a forty story building.

Last night i had a dream like that, but it was a dream that I would never hope to happen. I'm a ski patroller. I submit people who have injured themselves to first aid. My dream consisted of me, and one other person. This person is some one who I am close friends with.

It all started with me joking around in the hut with some other patrollers, just a few guys laughing at people having' a hard time getting off the lift, or a joke someone told about a midget in the forest. All was going as planned, time was passing no calls were made, so no one was hurt yet. A call comes over the radio, someone has hurt them selves. I answer quick, the adrenaline pumping in my body and i put my helmet on and strap my board to my feet. I head down the run, a few people slowly making their way, having the time of their life. I ski up to the site where dispatch has told me to go, to a group of 20-30 people standing there, not sure what to do. I cut my way through the crowd waiting to see someone with a minor injury, maybe a broken arm, or some spinal injury. My friend, we will call her Samantha, has gone face first and is currently hugging a tree.

The fact that she was hugging a tree is a small problem in this story, it could only relate to some broken ribs, internal bleeding, and probably a popped lung. Though this scene is special, not a normal scenario like described before, this scene has a branch plunging through the depths of Samantha's chest. First second I didn't know what to think but I snapped into my role and I made the right calls; code III (life threatening injury), call for EMS (emergency medical service), and all the right equipment we would need to get her off of that tree, a saw, back board, and a snowmobile to get her the hell out. The dream skips, and I am at the front door of her house, getting her kids to the neighbours so I can tell her husband, that she is on her way to the hospital and it isn't looking good.

THAT WOULD BE CRAZY! It was only a dream, but a dream that felt real. I can only hope that a dream like this will never be a reality for me. But i guess the reality is, this could be a reality for me, whether I know the person or not I could find someone in the last dire minutes of their life, trying to hold on to what is left.

Well here it goes!

So, this is what's up. My buddy who shal remain nameless has got me onto this blog thing, don't know what to write, or what to really do with a blog, but over time I'm sure i'll figuer it out.

This is a picture of my baby, snow. I'm a volunteer ski patroller, pretty much the best thing i've ever done EVER! You can't complain too much about 14 weekends a year of snowboarding and saving lives. Saving lives, a loosly used term, as of yet no one has been near death, mostly just concusions, spinal injurys, and the odd broken bone.

To me, this is a picture of what it is to live in BC. A cold morning, freshly groomed powder, and a beatiful surise, this is BC. Where else can you stand on a snow covered hill and stare out at the curve of the world, and watch in amazement the wonders of this little thing we call life. Well, I guess there are quite a few, but this one is better and that's what I'm going to be sticking with.