Dear Charlie Sheen,
I hear you’ve been running around and talking about how you love tiger blood and warlock porn stars live in your house and something about DNA and drugs called Charlie Sheen and banging 7 gram rocks and all sorts of crazy….to be perfectly honest, I haven’t been listening. (I had to Google most of that.)
Mostly because I’ve been too busy winning.
I know you think you understand winning. But I don’t think you do.
Winning is turning someone’s life around. It’s seeing that you have a problem and taking steps to fix that problem. It’s stepping on the scale before a surgery to remove cancer on Feb 1st, and seeing a number (262.4) that you don’t EVER want to see again.
And then making CHANGES.
Changing your way of life. Quitting the couch. Giving up greasy fast food.
Tossing out the last half pack of cigarettes after smoking for YEARS. Making sure your house is a junk free zone so you’re not tempted to binge because it’s EASY.
Winning is moving your quite large butt so you can be there for your kids. It’s taking the hard road because you still can. It’s making sacrifices to ensure that you will be there for your baby’s graduation from high school and get to harass her while she plans her wedding.
It’s making decisions (like smoothies over Jack in the Box, or planks vs sitting on the couch while watching Biggest Loser) that affect not only your life, but the lives of those around you. It’s FINALLY being able to get up in the morning and not be exhausted, or chase after your toddler and not be winded.
Winning is normal people doing extraordinary things.
Dude, you couldn’t handle my kind of winning. Your face would melt off.
PS dude, if you haven’t seen this video yet, you should totally watch it. Then try rehab.