Cowboys & Cops

Some resources are good for everyone

Anxiety

• http://www.adaa.org/ • http://youth.anxietybc.com/ • http://www.helpguide.org/topics/anxiety.htm

Asexuality

• http://www.asexuality.org • http://www.asexualawarenessweek.com

Bisexuality

• http://www.biresource.net/bisexualyouth.shtml • http://www.bisexual.org • http://www.pflagcentralcoastchapter.net/uploads/BisexualityResourcePacket.pdf • http://queerdictionary.tumblr.com/

Coming Out

• http://www.thetrevorproject.org/section/YOU • http://www.hrc.org/resources/entry/resource-guide-to-coming-out • http://amplifyyourvoice.org/youthresource/youthresource-comingout • GLBT National Youth Talkline: 1-800-246-PRIDE (7743)

Depression

• http://www.helpguide.org/mental/depression_teen_teenagers.htm • http://kidshealth.org/teen/your_mind/mental_health/depression.html • http://us.reachout.com

Eating Disorders

• http://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/find-help-support • http://www.helpguide.org/mental/eating_disorder_treatment.htm • http://www.eatingdisordersanonymous.org/

Family and Friends

• http://theparentsproject.com/home/ • http://community.pflag.org/ • https://www.genderspectrum.org/

Gay and Lesbian

• http://www.advocatesforyouth.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=730&Itemid=336 • http://www.advocatesforyouth.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=726&Itemid=516 • http://www.pflag.org/fileadmin/user_upload/Publications/Be_Yourself.pdf

Healthy Relationships

• http://www.scarleteen.com/article/relationships • http://www.breakthecycle.org/learn-about-dating-violence • http://www.thehotline.org/ • http://www.asexuality.org/home/relationship.html • https://rainn.org/ or call 1-800-656-HOPE

Homelessness

• http://www.ourtruecolors.org/ • http://fortytonone.org/ • http://nationalhomeless.org/ • http://www.aliforneycenter.org/

I Have A Crush

• http://us.reachout.com/facts/factsheet/do-i-want-a-relationship • http://us.reachout.com/facts/factsheet/maintaining-a-happy-relationship • http://gayteens.about.com/od/crushes/

In School

• http://www.stopbullying.gov/ • http://www.glsen.org/ • http://www.gsanetwork.org/ • http://www.campuspride.org/ • http://www.athleteally.org/

International

• http://suicide.org/international-suicide-hotlines.html • http://www.befrienders.org/ • http://iglhrc.org/ • http://ilga.org/ • http://www.iglyo.com/ • http://transactivists.org/ • http://www.oraminternational.org/ • https://www.nomorefearfoundation.org/faq/

Mental Health

• http://www.nami.org/ • http://www.reclaim-lgbtyouth.org/ • http://www.aglp.org

Out and Proud

• http://www.glbtnearme.org/ • http://www.outloudradio.org/ • http://www.transadvocate.com • http://www.genderfork.com

LGBTQ and Religion

• http://www.hrc.org/topics/religion-faith • http://www.pflag.org/fileadmin/user_upload/Publications/Faith_Families.pdf • http://www.transfaithonline.org/ • http://www.religionfacts.com/homosexuality/index.htm • http://www.religiousinstitute.org/lgbt-equality/

Christianity-specific

• http://believeoutloud.com/ • http://www.gaychristian.net/ • http://www.gaychurch.org/ • http://www.welcomingresources.org/

Islam-specific

• http://www.muslimalliance.org/ • http://www.imaan.org.uk/ • http://theinnercircle.org.za/ • http://mpvusa.org/ • http://www.well.com/user/queerjhd/

Judaism-specific

• http://www.keshetonline.org/ • http://www.nehirim.org/ • http://www.jqinternational.org/resources/jewish-lgbt-organizations/

Self-Injury

• http://www.helpguide.org/mental/self_injury.htm • http://www.siriusproject.org/alternatives.htm • http://everyoneisgay.com/self-harm/ • http://www.safe-alternatives.com

Sexual Health

• http://www.plannedparenthood.org/ • http://www.scarleteen.com/ • http://www.sexetc.org/ • http://www.aids.gov/ • http://youngwomenshealth.org/ • http://www.youngmenshealthsite.org/ • http://cdn0.genderedintelligence.co.uk/2012/11/17/17-14-04-GI-sexual-health-booklet.pdf • National Abortion Federation Hotline: 1-800-772-9100

Suicide

• http://www.afsp.org/ • http://www.save.org/ • http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ • http://www.befrienders.org/

Substance Abuse

• http://www.samhsa.gov/ • http://www.drugabuse.gov/ • http://www.ihra.net/what-is-harm-reduction

TRANS* AND GENDER  IDENTITY

Gender Identity

• http://genderqueerid.com/ • https://www.genderspectrum.org/ • http://www.thegenderbook.com/

Intersex

• http://inter-actyouth.tumblr.com/ • http://oiiinternational.com/ • http://www.apa.org/topics/intersx.html#whatdoes

Trans*

• http://transstudent.tumblr.com/ • http://www.advocatesforyouth.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=731&Itemid=177 • http://www.imatyfa.org/ • http://www.wpath.org/

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source: The Trevor Project

This is my new step brother Jake. His mother recently married my father, much to his dismay. Jake was very much a city boy, so the idea of moving to live on my father’s ranch was his worst nightmare. 

I could handle his constant moaning, but what I couldn’t stand was the way he talked down to my father and I, he thought that we were less educated because we lived in a ranch instead of an apartment in the city. What aggravated me further was how large of a homophobe he was, it was surprising, I always thought that people who lived in the city were more accepting, but I guess I was stereotyping him as much as he was stereotyping me. Despite his many flaws, there was no denying that fact that he was incredibly attractive, which made the situation even more intolerable.

After a month of living together and having to deal with him complain the whole time, our parents announced they were going to be going away for a week on a delayed honeymoon. The idea of having to spend a week alone with Jake would have been horrible if it wasn’t for the trick I had up my sleeve. He may have thought I was stupid but little did he know that I was incredibly good with hypnosis, a skill I had the full intention of using on our week alone.

In the weeks leading up to our parents leaving, I had been planting triggers into his subconscious via his iPod that he always fell asleep listening to. The day that our parents left was when I started my plan. That night Jake was watching TV when a gay couple appeared on the show he was watching and he started muttering some homophobic slurs, that’s when I decided it was time. With a few words I had him sitting on the chair with a blank expression in a hypnotic state. Seeing him sitting there looking so completely blank listening to every word I said was oddly satisfying. 

He had always complained about his sleeping arrangements, claiming the animals in the barn had better beds. So I decided that if he thought that the animals had it so much better that he could be one for the night. I took him outside and convinced him that he wasn’t human, but was in fact a pig, and as such must sleep with the rest of the animals. He dropped to all fours and started snorting and making cliche pig noises. I got great satisfaction seeing him crawling around in the pig pen with the other animals snorting around rolling around in mud. He seemed to be enjoying it so much that I decided to leave him there the rest of the night, perhaps he would get a better nights sleep in the comfort of the animals beds.

The next morning I went out to see him covered in mud still acting like a pig. As satisfying as it was seeing him like this, I decided it was time for the next stage of my plan. I snapped him temporarily out of the hypnosis, the confusion on his face was hilarious. He obviously had no idea what was going on, but apparently knew enough to blame me, he started swearing at me before storming off to clean himself off. While he was in the shower, I went and got my supplies. When he got out of the shower he found his normal clothes missing, and had been replaced with a pair of blue jeans and a cowboy hat.

It wasn’t long until he had hunted me down in the barn, swearing at me and saying all kinds of insults, but he was wearing the jeans and was holding onto the cowboy hat so at least that had worked. I quickly reactivated his hypnotic state. I told him that when he puts on the cowboy hat, his personality will completely change. No longer will he be a city boy, but he will be a full on cow boy or at least whatever stereotype of a cow boy he had in his mind. With a click of my fingers he put on the hat and suddenly everything about him changed. He leaned back on the barrel behind him, showing off his body.

I have to admit, he looked incredibly hot. I had also added a little extra to the hypnosis. I had told him that not only was he now a cowboy but he was also a gay cowboy. The signs of this quickly started to appear. He started to undo the button on his jeans and started revealing the calvin kleins he was wearing underneath, the calvin klein underwear looked a little out of place with the cowboy look, but I thought it actually looked pretty hot.

I felt the erection in my pants start to grow as I saw him standing there showing off his underwear and his bulge. He started to walk over to me and then all of a sudden he grabbed the erection in my pants. He gave me a smirk and told me that perhaps we should go somewhere more private to fix the problem in my pants. I had to stop myself from laughing because he was talking with a cliche cowboy accent, a far cry from his normal way of talking.

Needless to say I didn’t refuse his offer. It wasn’t long until he had his jeans off entirely and was lying down inviting me over to join him.

Seeing him like this made a flood of guilt hit me, as much of a jerk as he was, I still felt a little bad removing his free will and essentially turning him into my sex slave. It was at that moment that I noticed the cowboy hat had fallen off his head, I convinced myself that the fact that he was still acting like a gay cowboy with the hat off meant that somewhere deep down he actually liked it. In reality I knew that he was still under my hypnosis and that the real Jake would be killing me right now if he knew what I was doing, but convincing myself otherwise helped to alleviate the guilt. 

I joined him on the makeshift bed and started to feel him up, running my hands over his ripped body and abs, before making my way down to his underwear. I started to rub his penis, and heard the moans coming from his mouth, that was all the convincing I needed for my brain to go out the window and for my penis to take over. For a straight guy who was a massive homophobe, he was incredibly good at gay sex. We spent the rest of the day making out and having sex.

The next morning I was contemplating whether I should snap him out of the hypnosis or not. He seemed so much happier this way that I decided to leave him this way for the rest of the week, we had a lot of fun, and a lot of sex.

When it came to be the end of the week and our parents were coming back, I was torn. I had actually come to really like the new Jake, not only did I get to have my way with his hot body, but he was far more likeable this way. He helped out around the ranch, things like animal shit didn’t faze him anymore and he no longer complained about missing city life and I hadn’t heard a homophobic comment all week. He was a better person this way, and I think I was beginning to like him a lot more than just a little.

That’s when I made the decision to make the change permanent. By the time our parents got back, the new Jake was so deeply ingrained in him I don’t think I could have changed him back if I wanted. My Dad was pretty happy with the new Jake, they seemed to get along a lot better than they ever did before. Surprisingly both our parents were pretty accepting of our new relationship and didn’t seem to have any issue believing that all of Jake’s homophobic comments were just him struggling with his sexuality.

GEAR BOY

After a long day at work and my trip to the gym I couldn’t wait to take a shower. As I let the hot water rush over me I thought about my plans for the rest of this Friday night. I had a dinner date with my beautiful girlfriend Gwen, and I had the perfect suit and tie picked out for the occasion. As I stepped out of the shower and into my bedroom I found something very strange.

The wardrobe I had layed out on the bed was gone. In it’s place was some leather biker gear I had never seen before in my life. I looked around the room, could someone have snuck into my house while I was in the shower. I was getting ready to investigate when suddenly I stopped in my place. I felt frozen as I looked over at the mysterious leather gear on my bed. For some strange reason I felt a strong urge to get closer. I felt myself slowly ease my way over to the bed. I felt my hand trace across the leathery suit, it felt strange, the cold leathery surface suddenly felt warm.. The towl around my waist had fallen to the ground. I was standing in my room naked.

Suddenly I felt very cold, goosebumps began to pop up all over my body I was shaking I needed to get warm. I don’t know why but my first instinct was to put on the biker gear. It was strange as I slipped my naked body into the gear I felt myself warming up. After filling the suit completely I felt it contract with my body. The leather was now against my muscles which forced me to flex. I wasn’t cold anymore, but I still felt naked. Almost like the gear wasn’t even something I was wearing, it was just a part of me..

I finally snapped out of it, and realized what I was doing. I wasn’t sure where this gear came from but I needed to take it off and find the suit I was going to wear to dinner tonight. But as I looked for a zipper there was none. But it was just there. I was so confused, I started to panic. Then I felt my whole body tense up. My whole body stood up straight and at attention.

“What the.. I.. I can’t move..” I said out loud. Then suddenly I began to walk. I was walking out of my bedroom, but I wasn’t the one doing it. My body was moving on it’s own, I couldn’t control it.

“My body! I can’t control It! What’s happening! Help! Somebody Hel-” suddenly I felt my leathery gloved hand slam into my mouth cover it, muffling my cries for help.

I was so scared as I unlocked my own front door to my house, and a strange man walked inside. I had no control as I closed and locked the door behind him.

He smiled at me, “Hello Trevor, I’m sure you have a lot of questions but I’m afraid we have no time. You see that biker gear you’re wearing is magic, it takes complete control of the person it’s wearing’s body. Well everything from the neck down that is. Your brain is still intact. But don’t worry I have a way to fix that.” he showed me a ball cap in his hands.

“You see Trevor, I’m what you would call a sorcerer. I haven’t known of my powers long but now that I do I plan to use them to fulfill some of my deepest desires. This hat has been a bewitched into being something of a mind control device. I’ve implanted hypnotic suggestions into the hat, almost like a whole new person and when someone wears it that person takes over. I’ve created the person myself and I must say i think it will go wonderfully with your new biker gear.” He smiled again before handing me the hat. My hand finally left my mouth as I reached out to take the hat.

“Please, whoever you are.. don’t do this. I don’t want to be some mindless puppet! What did I do to deserve this!” I begged.

“That’s the best part! You know the girl you’ve been seeing, Gwen? Well she told me all about you. And how you sometimes fly off the handle, lashing out on her. I know all about it because she called me. She wanted me to teach you a lesson, and that’s what I’m here to do.” He smiled again.

“Gwen did this! That bitch! I swear I’ll-” that was all he could get out before his body betrayed him and put the hat over his head.

My face changed, I could feel it. My anger subsided and my whole body relaxed.

“How are you feeling now Trevor?” The man asked.

“I feel better than ever sir! I’m a good Gear Boy! Where are my manners allow me to get your coat sir.” I heard my voice say, but it wasn’t me I had no control over anything anymore.

“That’s more like it.” The man chuckled as I removed his coat for him, “Get me a beer.” The man commanded me. I was so angry, but my body hopped right to it going into my kitchen and taking my beer for this freak!

“On second thought, boy!” I felt myself stop instantly at the fridge as I turned to look at him. “You seem thirsty too, go ahead and grab two.” I grab two beers and walk back over to place them on the table as the man sits comfortably on my sofa. What happened next scared me most of all, I watched as he took off his pants revealing his erection.

“What? I said you looked thirsty,” he moved both the beers closer to himself as he opened one and took a swig, “these are both mine, I have something else in mind for you.” He gestured at his fuck, and in my head I was screaming as I felt my face put on a big stupid grin.

“Of course Sir, it would be my pleasure. After all you made me to be your cockslave.” My mouth wrapped around him as I licked and swallowed his cock. I could taste everything especially when he shot his load in and down my throat and I swallowed it all.

“Good work boy, I know I’m supposed to be fixing you for your girlfriend but I do all these jobs pro bono, I need some kind of incentive. So I have some fun as well, and we are about to have even more fun. Don’t look now but I think a magical new zipper just appeared on your ass.”

He was right, I felt my hand unzip the new opening to my ass giving the man easy access to do as he pleases.

“Alright my big biker boy, looks I’m the one riding you tonight.” And he did all night long. I felt my own self fade away, I knew soon I’d be nothing but a mindless drone for his sexual pleasure and at some point during the night of being fucked I didn’t care anymore. Why was I even worried I liked being his sexy biker boy, it makes Sir happy.

“Heya Sport, ready for prom? If you need a ride to your date’s place i got time”

“Oh, He’s already here Dad”

“Oh, it’s a he…. okay. Do I know him?”

“Very well. By the way, I saw some old photos of you and mom on prom night… you looked really cute”

“Wha…Son… What’s happening?”

“You’re gonna be my cute boyfriend from out of town for the night… who really wants his cherry popped”

“What!Noooo…..

“Well, I hope you’re happy, Jason.” my girlfriend said in her new male body. “You got your stupid genie and your stupid wish. I now know exactly what it’s like to be a real man. Now all your wishes are used up.”

“It…it’s no problem Kimberly. Just wish to go back to normal.”

“Gladly. Just give me the lamp.” Jason gave it over. The man rubbed it in a very…unexpectedly girl way. The genie appeared, all dressed in golden clothing, and 7 feet tall.

“Ah, master. My new master. How do you like your new body.”

“Actually, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a man. And now I’m even bigger than Jason here.” She clapped Jason on the back. “Isn’t that right, bro.”

“This is weirding me out. Just change back.”

“Why, so I can go back to being a future baby machine? I wish…we were both gay men.”

“What???” Jason screeched. The genie disappeared. “OH man, what did you do? What did you do? I don’t want to be a faggot!”

“This is going to be your dream come true. And like it or not, you are a faggot now. Faggot.” Kimberly walked up and lifted her boyfriend off the ground. “You like? Mmmm,” she said, rubbing her boyfriend’s entire body against her enormous bulge. “Daddy is home now and Daddy is hungry for someone to suck his new cock!”

Chris had a problem with women, or they had a problem with him, it mattered on who you asked. He always had multiple girls on the go, and more often then not the girls found out about each other. Which explains his dry spell, and all the sniggering girls when he walked around campus. Something about ‘curses’, but Chris didn’t care, he’d already fucked those girls, so he didn’t have to listen to them anymore. 

Now Chris had a type, he liked dumb girls. He liked girls that wouldn’t ask to many questions and would take ages to work out what was going one. Which explained why he hadn’t noticed his grades dropping as his IQ plummeted.

He liked girls with big asses. High and tight, but with a nice plump round shape. Which explained why none of his jeans fit anymore, and why his frat buddies would always appear in his room when he turned on the tread mill. Maybe he should start wearing more then a just a jock.

He liked girls with big tits. Two perky mounds that filled out a shirt and didn’t need a bra to stay perfect. Which explained why Chris’ pecs were so huge and round. Why he couldn’t wear a shirt with a high collar, or why he couldn’t button a shirt the entire way. Guys at the gym would stand in awe when Chris did some skipping, and some even asked Chris if they could cop a feel, which he always allowed. 

He liked girls with sensitive nipples. Big nipples, which the slightest touch could cause the girl to moan like a whore. Which explained why Chris was always toying with his eraser sized nipples through his tops. Or why he would always get rock hard the second he touched them, or when his mates touched them. He’d stopped paying attention in class because of how horny he’d get from just having his shirt rest over his nipples.

But above all, Chris liked a girl who liked to suck dick. A girl who knew how to please a guy with her mouth. A girl who could swallow a big dick like Chris used to have, and swallow a fat load like Chris used to shoot. Which would explain why Chris hadn’t eaten a solid meal in weeks, he lived on a purely liquid but high protein diet now. It explained why he was always on his knees letting any guy have a go.

For his birthday Sam had got his boyfriend Zeke a gift card for this new store, Skin Deep, it claimed to be a body morphing company. Sam assumed it was a joke and would end up with Zeke coming back if a lookalike doll or some really good photo-shop pictures, he was really really wrong.

“You like them” Zeke asked, his voice now a shaking baritone

Sam kneaded and felt the bulging arms, fascinated with the thick cords of muscle.

“I love them” Sam grinned “But how did all this cost $20”

“Oh…..well you can trade stuff” Zeke explained “My body hair, my knowledge of Italian all sold for extra credit”

“And you hair color” Sam added, running a hand through hair that should be red

Zeke chuckled “Ginger’s fetch a high price, my red hair exchanged for all this muscle”

“What did you sell the other things for” Sam asked in between nibbling Zeke’s bulky shoulders

“Knowledge of Italian for this deep ass voice” He boomed “Body hair for some extra height”

Sam remembered his shock when Zeke had came through the door, his head just making it under the frame. His shoulders though had scrapped the edges of the door frame.

“Well I love it” Sam cooed “Can’t wait to fuck your new muscle ass”

Zeke rose from the sofa, towering above his boyfriend. His chest flexing, Sam gulped, it was pretty intimidating.

“One issue babe” Zeke grinned a little worried “I kinda traded my submissiveness”

That was concerning, Sam could of handled the old Zeke if he’d lost his submissive nature, but new huge Zeke would rule the place.

“What for” Sam asked, Zeke was smirking at the worry in Sam’s eyes

Zeke cupped his heavy package, Sam only just noticing how snug Zeke’s jeans were around his thick legs.

“A big dick” Zeke boomed

He started unbuckling his belt.

“The fuck is going on here?” that’s the last thing Dylan heard before his mind went blank. He thought he had more time, his dad wasn’t supposed to come back until the following day. It was not fair! He was about to have sex with his sexy french hunk of a boyfriend for the first time but then his dad walked into them and shit hit the fan.

Dylan was below his boyfriend Pierre, he had a clear view of his bedroom door. Only their shirts were off as they had just begun to undress each other when Pierre noticed Dylan’s eyes went white, he was about to turn around to see what had caused such reaction on his boyfriend when he felt the hit, then another one, there was a lot of blood coming out of Pierre’s nose, Dylan just laid there motionless in bed, entering into a state of full shock as he disconnected himself from the material world, his dad grabbed Pierre and took him out of the house, then came back to deal with his son.

Reality+ |FuGu Prod

2 lbs is really it, friend.

Here is the deal with weight loss - the real deal: It takes a long fucking time and it is frustrating as fuck and horribly slow and it never feels like it’s getting anywhere… Until, suddenly, it does.

It’s like a weird magic trick. An AWFUL, PAINFUL, HORRIBLE, TAKES-WAY-TOO-FUCKING-LONG magic trick. But if you keep after it, and are diligent, it is absolutely magical. There’s no other way to put it that comes even remotely close.

One of the lines in How To Lose Weight in 4 Easy Steps that people seem to write me about the most is the line “Your body changes slowly, then all at once” - that is the absolute truth. You will feel like you are going nowhere. You will feel like giving up. How bad do you want it? Because on week 9 of eating healthy and hitting the gym, you will find out. On week 13, you will find out. On week 39, you will find out. On week 57, you will find out. It took me a year and a half - that’s around week 78, btw - before people started noticing. By that time, I was well versed in how bad I wanted it. Well versed.

78 weeks. That is so many meals. So many weekends. So many birthdays, lunches, brunches, dinners, donuts at work, sober nights out at the bar, friends getting pastries at Starbucks, free craft service on sets, home cooked lasagnas, friends’ BBQs - there were SO MANY easy and poor food choices to avoid. It was (and is) endless.

So this becomes your life: Every single goddamn fucking day, you will have to make a bunch of little choices that don’t seem like they matter - what’s a couple cheez-its here or there? What’s one can of Coke a week between friends? - and you will have to constantly choose the boring, shitty, low calorie choice. Every time. No slippin’. Because they matter. Losing weight is a battle that is fought by inches. It is a victory won with a thousand tiny cuts. And that’s why it’s so hard for people to do it, and to do it in such a way that the weight doesn’t come back on.

That is how you are going to do it. 

And that is why you are going to be successful.

The first day back on set after Beck Bennett had lost the 30 lbs for the 4 Easy Steps short film, one of the very first things we talked about was that line about how you work for so long and then suddenly you’re thin: He said that he had lost like 21 lbs, and no one was saying ANYTHING to him - and inside, he was like “What the fuck? I’ve lost all this weight and no one is noticing!?” - and then, literally, he lost three more pounds and every single person in his life was like “holy shit man! You look great!” Three pounds, dude. There’s a tipping point where it just happens. That’s real.

So don’t sweat the numbers. I know you will - like you said, I’ve been there - but try to not sweat them so much.

I will also point out that this whole process is really not about losing weight. It’s not about numbers. It’s about making a lifestyle change - so in that way, thinking about it with that perspective, it SHOULD take you a long time. You want it to. The good part about it taking a long time is that you are not just shedding pounds; you are creating new habits and new ways of eating and thinking about food that you want to live by from now on. You want to forget the usual Sunday night meal you always ordered at Taco Bell. You want to forget how you always made your footlong meatball sub so that it came out exactly how you liked it. It’s important to understand that what you are UN-learning is as or more important than what you are learning. And that kind of learning ain’t some fucking correspondence course, friend. That kind of learning is going to take some time. Unfortunately.

So you just have to do it, and keep doing it, and keep doing it, and then KEEP doing it, and do it for a long long time until you break through and form those new habits and unlearn all those shitty ones. The weight loss is just a byproduct of all the rest of that - and as a byproduct, it doesn’t really matter how that number is changing every week. If you are taking care of yourself, eating right, hitting the gym, and getting enough sleep (which is a big factor that everyone always fucking forgets about and underestimates but is extremely important for keeping your discipline up so I’m glad to hear you’re doing it), the numbers will fall. Guaranteed.

It’s not easy. It will take discipline, and you will feel like a fool. It will make you question your entire existence. It will take you always being the odd person out who is ordering shit with no cheese and no butter and the sauce on the side and fruit instead of home fries and are those fish tacos grilled or fried and is there any way I could substitute brown rice for that and sometimes eating before you go out and and sometimes looking up the menu beforehand so you know exactly what you’re going to order and sometimes even bringing your food to parties and eating in the kitchen like a psychopath and always without fail dealing with everyone looking at you like some kind of culinary freak… But take pride in those things. Those things are what are putting you out ahead of everyone else. Those are the things that are actually making a difference. 

It is easy to put on cool neon stretchy workout clothes and go into a gym and run on the treadmill and do yoga and lift weights and fist bump other people and feel like a bad ass and all that stupid shit. It is easy to do those things because you feel cool doing that stuff. There is no way to make “I’m sorry, but could I substitute egg whites?” feel cool, but anyone you think is cool or sexy does it - and does it regularly. Trust me. Everyone in shape eats clean. They have to - they’re meat and bone just like the rest of us. Jennifer Lawrence, Ryan Gosling, Idris Elba, Ryan Reynolds, Beyonce, Olivia Munn: The laws of calories and mathematics apply to us all.

So. There is nothing less sexy than being a boring, picky eater who makes sure they get enough rest, but make no mistake: That is what will make you a warrior.

Losing weight takes time, and it takes discipline. Luckily, you have both. 

I believe in you. Good luck.