Alright, the feature image is a bit misleading. It’s more like lifting the weight off my stomach! I remember back when I was in my early-twenties. Slim, athletic, could run for days and most important no creaks (you know when your bones crack when you get up or move around) or pain in my body. I was like a new Challenger Hellcat fresh off the lot.
I should of enjoyed that time a bit more. Now nearly 30 pounds above what I weighed in my early twenties. It’s like carrying a toddler around my waist all day. The abs…gone, the cuts…disappeared, the near chiseled chest…adios! I remember seeing my dad’s stomach. Looked like he was 9 months pregnant with a 4-year-old (I know it’s not possible but you catch my drift). Now I’m looking like the one who’s stomach is blowing up like Violet Beauregarde’s. It’s been years. I remember when they said, “Josh you’re so skinny!” now everyone notices that I’ve picked up the weight and makes sure to let me know, especially at every family event. I get the hint.
I struggled to get into the gym. I went to Planet Fitness. There was too many un-fit people there who took up the machines to do half-ass workouts. I’m not knocking on those who are unfit. Hell, I was unfit! But pizza? At a gym!? I thought the whole point was to lose weight not eat pizza. So I canceled my membership and went to LA Fitness. I was excited; this was a real gym. Yeah, the machines were nice but were so close together and the locker room smelled worst than a public restroom at a gas station off I-75. Worst of all they closed early which made working out on my schedule impossible.
So off to Lifetime Fitness I go. The Mecca of gyms. Large basketball court, maybe I’d attempt to play basketball again. There was hope, I could’ve been the next Pablo Prigioni minus the previous professional experience. The machines! There were so many. It was clean had a large pool, indoor and outdoor. They had a salon (of course that would be of no benefit to me), a masseuse who seemed to be always gone when I wanted a massage. It was great!
The point I’m getting to is, I’ve tried everything. Well attempted to. I said that I’d work out faithfully at least 5 times a week. One week in – I was good. Second week – The 5 times a week turned to 4. Every week it seemed to go down until I found myself entirely “too busy” to work out.
Working out is tough. It makes you sweat, maybe invoke some pain somewhere in your body, takes time out your day – time you usually spend glued to the computer, phone or television. It takes discipline. Not only do you have to be motivated to go to the gym regularly but you also have to watch what you eat. Because, all that time spent in the gym is waste when you’re throwing down on a pizza, hot wings and pop (soda for all the southerners). Every 3,000 or more miles you take your car in for an oil change. When you hear a clunk in your engine you take your car to the shop. Maybe a terrible analogy, but we are so concerned with our material possessions and what makes us feel good rather than take the time out of our day to work on our physical health.
I’m guilty of it. I am delighted to go “pick something up to eat” which mostly consist of grease. I’m a proponent of doing something tomorrow that I should’ve done today. That was what I lived by in college. It’s definitely not something I recommend being a proponent of. The procrastination only led to a headache later. Now is the time to say, alright it’s time to work out. Time to get MYSELF in shape. Saying, “I’ll start on Monday, it’s a new week, fresh start” or “I’ll start after this burger. This is my last greasy meal!” cannot be acceptable. Why not start NOW?
So I made it up in my head. I’ll start off easy and build my way up. You have to crawl before you walk. Every other day I will take time out of my day to lose the weight I picked up. There are more people who struggle with staying on top of their physical health. It’s not easy. Neither was college or that one level on the game that took a few days to beat.

You’re goal doesn’t have to be lofty either. Dedicate 30 minutes out your day to walk around the block. Walk up and down the stairs for 15 minutes if you can’t afford 30. Work your way up if you have to. I guarantee that you will feel better both emotionally and physically. Don’t make your goal lofty. Lofty goals and shortcomings can quickly discourage you. Instead of saying “my goal is to lose 20 pounds” make your goal to go the gym every other day, every two days, hell twice a week! I always say the hardest part of working out is getting in the mindset to workout. It’s easy to want to lose weight but it’s another thing to actually do it.

For all those, who are looking to lose weight, become physically fit, stronger, faster or whatever you want to do, my advice is to not wait until the next opportunity to change. This goes for everything in life. Everyone has goals. I’d even agree that those who have no goals make it a goal to have no goals (you get what I’m saying?). All you have to do is say it to yourself. Motivate yourself! Push yourself to complete what you set your mind to do. Don’t let other obligations hinder you from achieving your personal objective. At the end of the day all you have is yourself. No one can complete YOUR goals.
Since losing weight is my current goal, I’m motivating myself to get into the gym every other day for now. I’m dedicating at least 30 minutes out my day to get into the gym. Just as many writers know, sitting in front of blank screen or paper for a period of time is better than not attempting to write at all.
I plan on keeping a Blog Journal of my work out exploits. I hope that by doing so I not only motivate myself to keep to the regimen, that I also motivate others to do the same. It’s not going to be easy. I’m aware of the challenges I face. I know there will be days when my mind will talk myself out of going to gym. Days when I’m faced with the dilemma of choosing between a salad or chicken nuggets. Instead of snacking on a Snickers, I’ll have to choose some type of vegetable or fruit to eat. It’s not going to be a pleasant experience but the outcome will be rewarding!



It came down to the wire. With less than fifteen seconds left in the game, the Pistons came up with the loose ball. Reggie Jackson dribbles down the court, goes through the legs and attempts the three for the win and….it never makes it close to the rim. Reggie is on the ground and quickly bounces to his feet to argue that he was in-fact fouled on the last play of the game. I’ve seen a lot of players argue with the refs and plead their cases but I’ve 
Andre Drummond is arguably our best player. His dominance on the glass is insane. Drummond averaged 14.8 rebounds per game this season and is starting to show signs of some sort of offensive ability. He developed a hook shot and his presence underneath the basket provides insurance for missed shots. He averaged just under five offensive rebounds a game this year (previous two years he averaged 5+ offensive rebounds per game). Despite his woes at the free throw (35% woeful), Drummond improves year after year. Just imagine, if he improved to at least 50% from the line how effective he would be?! Andre is still young, he won’t be 23 until the beginning of next season. Still well beneath his “prime” years. His talents and physical build make him standout from the rest. What if he developed a 15-foot jump shot?! Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself but Drummond has the physical tools and still undeveloped talent to become a centerpiece for the Pistons, hopefully for more years to come.
Comparing last season to this season, the Pistons have made improvements. Their roster is young with a lot of upside. This off season, Andre Drummond is priority number one. He’s an All-Star, league leader in rebounds and a big-agile crafty center capable of giving you around 20 and 10+ every night. The Pistons’ bench depth is another concern. Although, the bench did improve over the course of the year, there is still glaring issues that need to be addressed.
This concern does not have to be addressed by a new player or scheme. At times during the season our defense looked TERRIBLE!






Bomani Jones’ shirt is a parody on the actual name of the Cleveland baseball team, The Cleveland Indians. The Native American namesake or characteristics are a common sight in sports in the United States. There is the Washington Redskins, Chicago Blackhawks and numerous college teams that attribute their name to Native Americans. Granted, many 









