I Was A Fat Viking In My Last Life

I am in my 51st year of life and I have to say with the exception of an older body, some wrinkles and grey in my hair, I don't feel a day over 15. That was not always the case though. 1-1/2 years ago I was a big fat viking (see photo) grossly overweight at 230lbs, with all the important medical "numbers" pointing towards an early grave. I was unhealthy of body and soul with a diet guaranteed to expedite my date with an oversized box for a one-way trip underground. But today I am 170lbs, I eat 80% raw, do the occasional 24hr lemon cleanse fast (working toward 48 hrs) avoid sugar and white flour, exercise near daily at the gym, run the beach bare foot while the weather permits, and occasionally disco dance at a mature singles dance club. (strange to be lusted over again...by 80 year olds :-) As a result I have found myself with vastly new strength and energy, and a dramatically more youthful look and feel. (see profile photo on left) But I have to admit, none of this would have been possible if I hadn't first found the discipline through meditation to control my thoughts, which mainly do not have my best interest at heart (oh, go ahead, have some of that yummy chocolate cake!) I have learned that every good thing begins in the mind...or rather, outside of the mind where Power to do good things lives. When the head is well, it gives health to the body...and by further extension, to the world around you. 

Recently I have been looking at others with new eyes. I see much more clearly the gross sickness, physical and mental, that grip the majority of humanity. Many times I see the young person behind the aged or bloated body. Other times I see no trace of youth within at all...it long ago having been wholly taken over by a dark, robotic, vacuous entity. These have died long ago but have yet to lay down. But there is still hope for the first. Though they still cling to the conditioned ego self of their youth, pretending and wishing they are not old or sick, and while that very same conditioning slowly consumes them, pushing them to the grave before their time, there is still hope. 

My message to these is that they can indeed overcome, recover and discover new life. As I continue to regain my own health and fitness, I have one eye on these folk. I want them to know that neither beer belly's nor diabetes, nor loss of beauty or youthfulness has to be a permanent condition. There is an eternally youthful Self within that, when found and allowed expression, gives beauty and grace to the 10 year old and to the 100 year old. But it all begins with coming to grips with what goes on in your mind right now. Meditation is the only way I know about to do just that. Perhaps one day I will start a new organization for these. I could call it the "Fat Viking Health and Wellness Center". Whaddaya think about that?