While I was in California I weighed myself and I was surprised at how fat I am getting. I weigh a total of 158 pounds. I was comparing my weight with my brother-in-law and he is 3 pounds more than me but he is also nine years older. I will blame this jump in weight, usually I weigh 140, on fast food runs: Mac attack, Burger King, Wendy’s and not to leave out, The international house of Pancakes, also Waffle House, where I usually get chicken fingers and onion rings, then I sleep on it. I have set out to get myself back in shape during this season of consecration time but so far I think I am doing worse than before.

I really don’t care much about my weight, I like having somewhat of a gut, its just that it is slowing me down from doing what is needed: prayer, study, writing and short films and entertaining thousands by my genius witticisms.

Why do we care so much about weight? This is my grandiose question of the day.