For years, my mantra of "It's not a big deal until you make it a big deal" was used as a form of corrective thinking; reminding myself to not blow things out of proportion. It was always said as a way of calming down (myself or someone else) and, to be honest, it wasn't until last week that I began thinking about the other side of the coin, because some problems aren't caused by too much emotion.
Ten years ago I was featured in Men's Health magazine as part of the Belly Off Club. It was cool to be in that issue, but I wish it were for different reasons. You see, you don't join the Club unless you had a belly that you got rid of. I went from being 175lbs in my senior year of high school to 265lbs just a year later. At my absolute heaviest, I was 345; although putting all of that on a 6'7" frame hid things a bit.
I knew that I shouldn't be that big, but I clearly didn't care enough to do anything about it. I still remember when I made it a big deal. I was playing on the floor with my oldest son who was about 5 at the time. It was so hard to ooze around on the floor and going from the floor to standing over and over a tough. I remember looking at Caleb and thinking "Damn, I'm going to die if I don't fix this." From that moment on, health and fitness have been a big deal.
We've all got something like that...something that needs to be addressed, to be made a big deal of, but we just keep moving along.