So most of my life I have been “Big Guy”. Not a big guy mind you, but “Big Guy”. You know “watch out big guy” “what’s up big guy” “excuse me big guy”… This is what you would call irony. Though I have often wondered if those who use the expression actually understand they are being ironic. I mean if I were to asked them to define irony would they ramble on about black flies in chardonnay or would they say – hey your 5’8, skinny, and I called you big guy, I think I can grasp the concept of incongruity between outcome and expectation. I typically assume it is the former as it is a little obvious, but then again I maybe falling into the obvious cliché of big and dumb.
Anyway, I said most of my life… For a couple years it stopped. I wasn’t suddenly 6 feet tall, but fitness stopped being a priority and somewhere a long the line I crossed some magical threshold where the irony didn’t quite work. I wasn’t big, fat, or even chubby. I mostly just filled out in the rather typical way of a lot of guys in their 30′s.
I believe the G-d, The Universe or whatever you want to called it, is constantly speaking to us. Most of the time that message is hard to hear through the noise of life. I have some difficulty with organized religion, but I do think that it can be good a quieting the noise (I have more to say on this but I think I will leave that for another post). Sometimes we are fortunate enough to find a quiet place (metaphorically) or the Universe is kind enough to raise it’s voice. Though in my experience, this kindness is rarely pleasant to hear. Anyway the Universe and I have had a few unpleasant conversations over the last couple of years, some of which I am still trying to fully understand but others were loud and clear. My world is a better place with fitness a regular part of my life.
I am far from perfect and have had my lapses – I have a hard time getting myself to the gym when sick and have been sick more than not over the last 2 months (kids are germ factories). But overall I have done a pretty good job of getting and staying in shape. So the label of “big guy” has returned, but I no longer find it condensing. I wear it and my fitted shirts with a sense of accomplishment.