I curse…often. It’s something I know I should change, but not something that’s really been a priority, even after my daughter learned to finish “son of a…”. It became a priority earlier this week. The reason it became a priority is that I was at a business function and was talking with a colleague. This person was extremely positive about work and life in general, but then described an acquaintances’ kids as “little f*&#ing monsters!” It wasn’t this person’s opinion. I’ve heard it (and probably thought it before). It wasn’t the use of the word, as I’ve certainly heard (and used) it before. What hit me was how my completely positive view of this person switched with the venom associated with the vulgarity.
Ephesians 4:29 – “Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.”
So why is a weight loss blog talking about cursing? It’s because they are related, I believe. It’s related in that cursing—while seemingly harmless—can come across as disrespectful and affect how someone sees you. Now, this isn’t a case of me being offended, as I’ve clearly used this type of language before. I’m not turning into a prude where I won’t hang around with people who curse. If you want to curse around me, feel free. But for me, I am going to try and change my behavior. Because if the possibility exists that I may cause someone’s opinion of me to switch for the same reason that my view of my colleague switched, then it’s not worth using the words.
The last time my Grandpa traveled to Florida, we went out to a Red Lobster for dinner. I had just started a diet that week for what seemed like the 50th time, and this one failed too (not that night, but shortly after). This was probably around 2004 and only God knows how heavy I was because I wouldn’t get on a scale and most scales couldn’t measure my weight anyway. Probably 6 years later, we went to visit my Grandpa at his house and I had lost close to 100 pounds by that point. He turned to me while we were sitting on the couch and told me that he had watched me waddle away that day in Florida and had feared that I would die before he would. He was exaggerating….sort of.
What this made me realize is that my weight loss is not an individual endeavor. Just like the language I use can affect others, so can the choices I make when it comes to taking care (or not taking care) of my health. So I can say that “I deserve” that pizza, but does my daughter deserve it? I can lie to myself that “I’ll exercise later tonight”, but can I lie to my son? I can buy enough life insurance that even if I die, my family will be taken care of, but is that fair to my wife? Am I treating my family with the same venom that I heard in my colleagues voice?
Grandpa died a week before Christmas in 2012. He had a profound impact on my life, whether it was on my finances, my love of sports, or even my love for arguing about politics. But the most profound effect may be that he made me realize that other people were worried about me, and how sad it was that they were more worried about me than I was. And the question I had to ask myself—that I pray you’ll ask yourself—is whether those people you love most deserve to be treated like that? In my case, the answer was (and is) easy. No F*&#ing way!
- Starting Weight = 261.0 lbs
- Current Weight = 256.0 lbs
- Weight loss so far = -5.0 lbs
- Weight loss since last week = -2.2 lbs
- Good Days = 5 Yes, 1 Maybe, 1 No
- Goal: 6 Yes days