Yep, I am still at it. A day without some sort of strenuous workout is just not all it can be. I haven't been real scientific about the weight-loss aspect, as I don't own a "bathroom" scale (although it wouldn't be so hard to keep track by getting on the big floor scale at the bakery). I do have some big mirrors in my house, and I can see improvements in my physique. But until the love handles and the slight belly overhang are history, you can bet I'll be doing double duty on the elliptical trainer after each short, sweet iron-pile training session. When I'm happy with my leanness, I will scale back the length of my cardio sessions and spend a little more time with my beloved free-weights.
I live in the ghetto, which, after all of the time I did, almost seems like home. When I get to my apartments, I get out of my truck and wade through the jungle of addicts who come and go and don't even know I'm no-longer one of them. They often ask if I want some s**t or if I can get them some, and I just tell them I don't play. You'd think the place was Dunkin Donuts, the cops hang here so tough.
I mostly just ignore it all. Sometimes I can't. My neighbor's place got busted into a couple of weeks back and someone took a screwdriver to my Ford's passenger door lock last week, but they didn't get in. Reminds me of me.
Anyway, I have my own little world here next door to hell. I'm a happy baker. People enjoy the fruits of my labor. I'll be up really early tomorrow, hitting the weights and then having a "run" on the trainer. I'll have another great day creating killer bread and hopefully, one or two of the fools who still play the game will take notice. And find what I have found.
Monday, April 9, 2007
a baker...not a preacher
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2 comments:
Great blog, Dave. Gives me confidence to see someone rise up from the belly of the beast and make it work!
Your story is an inspiring one that I hope might encourage some of the two-million plus brothers and sisters who really need a positive role-model like yourself.
Keep up the good work and keep up the GREAT bread! Mmmm, cracked wheat...
DD-
I spent some time surfing around your blog tonight. Dude, this is some very righteous stuff. The ingredients that made your life a living hell turned into the ingredients that make your bread so damn good and good for you. I hope people see the contrast. It's startling and is a recipe for a movie.
Getting to know you has changed my life. You are "all that" my friend and brother. A bad seed become a good seed. Should give the world faith that people are not disposable. Everyone deserves a chance to be helped, healed and useful to others. Your ideas and creativing are changing things you don't even know. Your challenge will be to keep it all in perspective as the success and challenges swirl about you at a dizzying speed.
Know that I'll be rooting for you from the sidelines here.
Peace.
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