GUT FEELIN'

Today

February 22

04:33

I woke up wit a start, glutchin’ my stomach. I moved my palms around my stomach, massagin’ it from side to side. I took a deep breath when realized I’d jus woken up from a dream, a disturbin one for that matter.

For some strange reason I snoozed out round 22:30 or somethin and I didn’t come back to life til four AM! My head had a steady throb inside, it was as if I got a heart in it. I reached for my phone and was surprised to see that it was four in the mornin’ and am like, whoa! Did I take a sleepin’ pill without knowin’ it? Considerin’ that I rarely sleep, sleepin’ for that long was a miracle.

Inspiration

Three things inspired this blog, one was the dream that woke me up this mornin’, the other two are connected and that’s my boy Emmanuel and a photo he commented on

A Song and A Memory

Standing here looking out my window
Nights are long and my days are cold
Cause I don’t have you

That was ‘Missing You’ a 2001 R&B smash record by Case. I wonder what he’s up to these days. Nigga dropped one decent album (Open Letters) and dropped outta sight, jus another casualty on that very long list of one-hit-wonder-ers. Oh wait, I think he had two other decent collobos, one wit Joe and the other wit RL, Tyrese and Ginwuine.

Anyways, the joint came on the radio and it sent my ass tumblin’ down memory lane. Y’all know how sometimes a song would play and call to mind your memory of a place or person, right? Well, this song always reminds me of my boy Emmanuel and some of the moves we were makin’ back in the university. “Missing you” will forever be tied to my boy Emmanuel.

Why?

Emma was the one who hooked my ass up wit the album that contained that single. Back then if there was an album I wanted so bad and I didn’t have the cash to cop it, I’d subtly try and convince any of my music mad buddies to buy that album, sellin’ them on how hot the album was.

Last Week Monday

February 13
07:12

How I’ve never thought of searchin’ for Emma on the social network up until Monday last week when Missing You by Case came on the radio beats me. As the song played, I keyed in the name and got my search on and bam, there my nigga was, in a fresh black suit lookin’ almost as he looked the last time I saw him (more than eight years ago). I mean, I expected that nigga to be lookin’ like he was 9 months pregnant but nah, he kept it together (he wasn’t a no six-packer but he wasn’t close to nursing a potbelly)

After sendin’ him a friend request, I promptly went ahead to go through his wall and wasn’t too surprised when I saw a comment he’d made on one of the many friends and acquaintances we have in common from our university days. I clicked on the comment and there she was, a friend of an ex and she looked nothin’ like she looked back in school. She’d grown all chubby almost borderin on being fat.

Huh? Did I try to search for my ex too?

Nah, I didn’t…ok, am lyin’! I searched but it was out of curiosity and guess what my search came up empty!

Sometime Last Year

James' Home Gym

After a very long time, I visited James crib and I was throwed by the amazin’ Home workout equipment set he got set up in there; from treadmill to elliptical, from bikes to weights all sorts, everythin’ was on deck. Nigga got everythin’ a fitness junkie would give an arm for.

I told James how impressed I was but guess what? My being impressed wasn’t so much about the whole home workout thingamabob but more about his resolve to break his “one bag” (as he love to refer to his heavy duty potbelly) to a six pack or somethin’ close.

Now we all know that some pot bellies will remain until the second comin’ of the good Lord (except you got some kinda medical by-pass goin’ thing) but if one puts in enough workout time, that pot could be reduced to a lil eatin’ bowl. So, I was hopin’ wit the set up my nigga got, his pot gon get a reduction.

Today

20 February
13:42

Seein’ the chick’s photo sorta got my ass thinkin’ on why people get fat after they say “I do”, I mean, shawtie was one of the slimmest chick I knew but now, she gained more than a few pound and I ain’t talkin’ bout the British currency!

Who is more guilty, the men or the women? I think they both but women are the guiltier of the two. Once, a woman got a ring on that fourth finger, she’s more likely to let go and jus say, “what the fuck, I got this nigga on lockdown, no need for those punishin’ diet routine shit”

Ladies, hold it right there! I know some of y’all are already throwin’ expletives at a nigga for bein’ insensitive, so jus hold it, ok?

I know y’all have a lot on your plates. I know it can’t be easy givin’ pussy to that nigga every other night after you’ve worked your ass off durin’ the day tryna take care of home. I also know doin’ the 9 months thing can put alotta strain on that booty but that’s no reason to let yourself go, huh? Am I speakin’ the truth or what?

Well, I seen a lot of examples, so it’s not like am talkin’ from without. I know the ladies got a raw deal when it comes to this but that weight can be kept in check wit resolve and support from the ones they love. Damn, did I jus sound like that bald headed nigga, Dr. Phil? Lol

…And the Men?

Back in the day when I was growin’ up, pot belly was a sign a good life. If you got one goin’, folks would automatically conclude that your ass was livin’ it up. Back then, if you were rich and ain’t no pot belly, then you ain’t big time yet.

Though times have changed and people now try their best to get their body in shape but I still see a lot of folks not givin’ a fuck. Some of these niggas still got that potbelly-equal-good-life hangover from back in the day.

Today
07:34

After putting myself through a crunchin’ 120 sit ups, I began to feel a lil better, the ghost in the dream that woke me up had disappeared but somethin’ told me it hadn’t gone completely, it was jus hidin’ somewhere, watchin’ and waitin’.

And what was dream about?

Well, let’s jus say my stomach grew to the size of James’s pot belly in that dream!

And oh, the only time James uses his home gym set is when he was to eat!