Fit-to-Fat-to-Fit Blog: Bootstraps and R.I.C.E.

I read a fascinating piece on Time.com at 4:30 this morning.  It’s written by Noliwe Rooks and it’s titled “The Myth of Bootstrapping.”  She talked about how politicians love to talk about “pulling yourself by your bootstraps” — and then pointed out that it’s nearly impossible:

Today, however, according to the recent Pew Study on the American Dream, social mobility between the lowest levels of American society and the middle class is increasingly difficult, if not impossible. Specifically, the study found that while a large number of Americans (84 percent) have a higher family income than did their parents, those born at both the top and the bottom of the “income ladder” stay where they are from one generation to the next. What that means is that those who begin life wealthy pass that wealth, but those born at the bottom—in other words those who would typically be candidates for bootstrapping—are now more likely to stay there.”

My first knee-jerk reaction was this: “Well I should go back to bed! I mean, why get up at 4:15 a.m. to try to get ahead if there’s no hope?  I’ll just sleep until noon and wait for the Government tow truck to come rescue me.” But then I dusted the sleep out of my eyes and realized that there is a grain of truth to what she is saying. You can pull yourself up by your bootstraps; you just can’t do it alone.  In fact, I like to think that success requires a lot of R.I.C.E.

What’s R.I.C.E. you ask? Simple.  It’s Relationships, Individual responsibility, Community and Enthusiasm.

R = Relationships

I’ve always heard that you’re the sum of your five closest friends. There’s no doubt that the old tired saying “It’s not what you know, it’s who you know,” has a lot of merit. (Trust me, John Donne wasn’t blowing smoke when he said, “No man is an island. ) Humans depend on other humans. It’s been that way since the beginning. For example, here’s how my weight loss journey began.  I met The Biggest Loser’s Patrick House and struck up a friendship. I needed to lose weight myself.  He challenged me. My wife ran into Paul Lacoste, who runs a great bootcamp.  He offered me a slot. I signed up.  I had opportunity because I knew people.  I think back on my career.  I’ve succeeded and failed all because of (or lack of) relationships.  You have to put yourself in position to succeed. I’ll concede it is harder for the middle class and economically challenged. We don’t have friends of the family who run corporations or have Ivy League connections. We weren’t born on third base. But that doesn’t mean we can’t meet great people.

I = Individual responsibility

Or personal responsibility. (This should be #1, but it wouldn’t spell R.I.C.E. that way.)  I couldn’t have lost the weight if I didn’t get out of the bed in the morning and exercised. I made that choice. I also chose to change my diet.  I know my work ethic didn’t solve all my problems alone (how many people work their butts off every day for minimum wage and never get ahead? A lot) but I know it was the match that started the fire that got me moving. If I hadn’t bought into Paul’s program, I wouldn’t have lost over 50 lbs.  He gave me the opportunity. I had to do the work. Any success I’ve had starts with the fire within. It’s why I’m still not a janitor.

C = Community

This is related to Relationships, but refers more to a larger community as a whole. This can be your church, your workout group, your coworkers, your neighbors — all the people who can help motivate and shape you.  When I took Paul’s class, part of the reason I was able to do more than I thought I was capable of was because of the ten people in my workout line. We pushed each other and motivated each other four mornings a week. I saw them do the work and then I knew I could do it, too.  College was that way for me, too. I was shaped by where I went to school and the opportunities I was presented with.  So many are in communities with no hope. That’s a huge boat anchor.  That’s why you see so many parents making sacrifices to make sure their kids get into good schools.

E = Enthusiasm

So we’ve determined you can lift yourself up by your bootstraps but only with some help. But let me make one thing clear: No one will want to help you if you are a whining, cranky, negative jerk.  (trust me, I know this from my own experience). You HAVE to have enthusiasm.  Why? To begin with, it’s rare.  So many people grumble about this and complain about  that.  And second, life isn’t about the cards you’re dealt. It’s all about how you play them.   You have to make people want to help you lift yourself up.  And picking up your own bootstraps with a smile on your face is a good way to start.  Have, as my cousin Dave says (a guy who really picked himself up by the bootstraps), a servant’s heart. And you’ll be on your way.  My success in Paul Lacoste’s program really didn’t take off until the second week. That’s when I stopped fighting the program and embraced it.

I thought about Noliwe Rooks’ article as I ran my 5.09 miles this morning. I thought about how discouraged I was when I read it. It really sucked the hope out of me. I mean, if there is no hope, why try?  But then I thought about my own attempts to pull myself up by my bootstraps.  And I smiled at all the good people who have believed in me and my talent that have given me a hand along the way. They’ve reached down and helped me during my time of need.  These are hard times. Very hard times for some. They are discouraging times. But I still believe that if you want life to get better, you have to meet a better life over halfway.  And consume a lot of R.I.C.E.

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Home

In Mississippi, compasses don’t point toward North. They point toward home.

But the question is, how do you exactly define “home?” Some say it’s where the heart is. Others claim it’s where their mama is. And others will insist it’s where their head hits the pillow every night.  But all will agree, home definitely more than a structure. It’s more than a house. It’s more than an apartment.  It’s the love of something so powerful that it changes the world around us for the better.

Our love of home is like a pebble hitting a still pond.  First there is a splash and then ripples rapidly travel outward. Our love of home is like that pebble; it changes the world around us.  Why? Because we want the best for our home. We buy the latest and best home furnishings. We busily invest time, capital and sweat into home-improvement projects. We work inside and out of our homes to spruce up our surroundings.

As the ripples of love continue to move away from the center, we care for our neighbors and neighborhoods.  Then it travels outward into our cities and towns. We want the best for our local schools. We get involved in our community. We’re active in our city and county governments.  On Friday nights, our hometown pride blossoms during a high school homecoming game. On Sunday mornings, we worship together.

But that homegrown passion doesn’t just stop there. It continues to travel outward, undiminished.  Remember the outpouring of support for the Mississippi Gulf Coast after Katrina?  Mississippians love their home. We don’t like seeing our family members suffer.  Like I like to say, when things get bad, we get good. And don’t even think of muttering, “land mass.”  We’ll quickly remind you that this is not a land mass; it’s our home.

The ripples then head overseas.  The battlefields of history have flowed with the blood of valiant Americans protecting our home.  The ripples even rocket into space. Imagine the moment Neil Armstrong covered the Earth with his thumb. Home never seemed so important than at that moment.

Don’t think the word “home” is important?  Just take a moment and look how we use it:

Homecoming.

Home-cooking.

Homemade.

Homegame.

Homesick.

We’ll be home for Christmas.

Take me home, country road.

Home sweet home.

My wife and I married many years ago and immediately moved to Houston, Texas. After months of being homesick in the Lone Star state, we flew back to Atlanta with Georgia on our minds. For several days, we celebrated Christmas and basked in the love of our families. After the presents were finally unwrapped and the holiday meals eaten, we headed to the airport and flew back to Texas. When our flight landed in Houston, we looked out the window and then at each other. At that moment, we realized we were just glad to be home.  Home was no longer where our parents were. It was the patch of land where we were now growing our new lives together. For nearly twenty years, home has shifted from Texas, to California and now to Mississippi.  Home is where my wife is. And now it’s where my three boys are, too.

I’m blessed to call Mississippi home. We all are. It’s a complex place of both vexing and wonderful extremes. And our love of our home will continue to change it for the better.  I truly believe Dorothy was right, “There is no place like home.”

Now if you will excuse me, I just checked my heart’s compass. I need to head home.

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Sunday Free-For-All

Good afternoon!  Just got back from speaking.  Sorry I did not post this morning.

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Saturday Free-For-All

Good morning! Hope you have a great day!

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Cancer Thriver

I just finished reading an interesting article about how the term “cancer survivor”  belittles those who didn’t survive the disease.”  And I have to admit I was a little stunned by it at first. I’ve never considered “cancer survivor” to be offensive.  I guess it’s because I already suffer from survivor’s guilt caused by watching a disease I survived kill so many others I respect and love.

Honestly, I’ve never defined my life by the term anyway. To me, it is more a definition of the moment of impact. If my life is a ship’s journey, cancer was a rock I hit.  I hit that rock on April 17, 2001 at 5:30 p.m.  That’s when I was diagnosed with malignant melanoma, an extremely deadly form of skin cancer.  The rock was missed by three doctors until it was seen by a fourth — I should not be here. It could have (and probably should have) sunk me (think Costa Concordia).  But instead, it cut gash in my side and pushed me in a different direction. I was like a rubber raft hitting a boulder in a stream before being shoved on a new course.

So if I use the term “Cancer Survivor” I mean no offense to anyone. For me, it is just a reminder for how lucky I am. How I need to keep working hard so others don’t have to use the term. And how much my life was changed for the better.  But if it makes everyone happy, I’ll start using the term “Cancer thriver” instead. Because life is a precious gift that should be lived not just survived.

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CARTOON: The Election

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CARTOON: Bloodsucker

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Tornado Damage on the Trace

A five-mile swath of the Natchez Trace was destroyed in April 2011 by a tornado. It's right north of Highway 82.

The tornado-ravaged area of the Natchez Trace at sunset.

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Random thoughts

  1. The latest West Nile news has us all on edge — two more deaths in Mississippi and 19 more cases. I’ve always sworn that “Mississippi” is Native American for “thick and swarming with mosquitoes.” Now, with the huge spike in cases of West Nile, I’m now cognisant of each and every one. Last night, at midnight, one was buzzing in my ear. My wife and I threw on the lights and poured out of the bed.  We darned near burned the house down to kill the little bugger.  West Nile, a disease with the devastating effects and randomness of Polio, appeared in 1999 in the U.S.  I haven’t treated a mosquito the same since.
  2. Drove to Itawamba Community College yesterday afternoon. That’s about 3 1/2 hours from my home. So I drove seven hours of driving for three hours of radio.  Add to it, six hours at The Clarion-Ledger.  Yesterday was a 16-hour day.  And I quit caffeine two months ago.  So last night’s drive home was a white-knuckler.  I’m glad I get up and run everyday. It helps me keep going every single day.  But I thank all the folks at Itawamba CC –What a really great place.  And Fulton is a pretty little Mississippi town.
  3. Another friend has been touched by cancer. I say this with no reservations — cancer was the best thing that ever happened to me. My friend will have a positive outcome. I know he will find that he’ll feel the same way. It makes life much shinier and brighter when you’re a survivor.
  4. It’s two months until the Presidential election. The darkness will get darker before the dawn.  But the next step is the Presidential Debates. Watch them and vote with your heart and conscience. I just pray that Americans watch them instead of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.  But I find my hopes get dashed more and more these days.
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Fit-to-Fat-to-Fat Blog: Crazy

Got in late from the radio remote in Northeast Mississippi.  Real late. Didn’t get to sleep until around midnight.  4:15 a.m. came early.  VERY early.

I got up, shook off the sleep and ran 3.26 miles this morning.  I squeezed in my 30-plus minutes. My body was flooded with endorphins.  My heart rate was raised appropriately.

A friend said, “You’re crazy for exercising everyday.” I replied, “I’d be crazy if I didn’t.”

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