Last night, after doing a coaching call with
my Psycho-Cybernetics group – my brother
Sean and I went for a stroll on Broadway.
Twas nearly 10 o’clock and we were hungry.
I hadn’t eaten in a couple hours – so I was
famished. Sean had gone an entire four hours
so starvation was setting in – and before we
DARE let our metabolisms go down a notch,
we took to the streets of dreary old Manhattan
in search of prey.
Next to David Letterman’s Late Show we found
an Italian place – and although pizza and pasta
are NOT part of the Furey Fat Loss Program – I
noted that my head was cleanly shaven – my
hair couldn’t be let down any further – so I
gave myself an excuse and we smashed through
the revolving doors.
Once inside the waitress found us a table on the
first floor, right next to the ovens. I was already
sweating from the jaunt we’d been on, so I did
the unthinkable.
I said: “Maam, any chance you have a cooler place
for us to sit up stairs.”
“Sure,” she said – and off we went. She found us
the coldest spot in the room, so I was schnappy.
Sean had a cold so I ordered a pizza and paid one
hundred pennies extra for the pizza flippers to
flood it with fresh chopped garlic.
We pounded that pie in record time, me thinks,
and we paid no attention to how many times we
chewed each bite. I don’t think we even chewed it.
Open gullet. Inhale.
With food in mouth I said: “You know, as bad as this
type of food is supposed to be for you, at this very
moment I don’t care. I’m having a good time and I’m
loving every slice. I think that’s important. When you
eat you’ve gotta love your food. If you eat and tell
yourself what you’re eating is bad for you, you’ve
damned it instead of blessing it – and those negative
emotions do you more harm than the food itself.”
“Right-o,” said Sean with his next inhale.
I added: “After we get done here I’m going to the sauna.
El doctoro told me today that I can take a sauna now.
You heard him, right.”
Loud inhale – followed by a “Yep, I heard dhat, too.”
“Good. Making sure I’m not hearing things. I
haven’t had a sauna since I was in Finland. And part
of the reason I went there was to take a sauna every
day. That’s where they were invented, ya know.”
“Uh-huh.” Another slice down the hatch.
:”So I’m going to sweat out all this garlic right after
we leave. Then I think I’ll do a cold water dunk – and
then I might go for that exfoliation treatment. And
when that’s finished I’m going to get a MAA-ssage – as
they call it in Aussie land.”
Sean stopped inhaling for a moment. “A what,” he
asked.
“In Australia, they don’t call it a muh-ssage, like those
of us here in America who speak American. No, the
Aussies call it a Maaa – as in ‘Matthew’ – ssage. Strange
when you hear it pronounced in English instead of
American, ya know.”
Sean laughed so hard all eating stopped for a moment.
I continued: “Just think what life would be like without
George W. Bush as president. Why, we might be speaking
English instead of American.”
Sean reached for his drink. Took a sip and nearly choked
on it, that’s how hard he started laughing.
I let him finish, then said: “Let’s polish the remainder off
this aluminum pan and scram. Time for this bloated boy
to sweat a few.”
I paid the bill – spotted the immigrant waitress an
extra bill above and beyond nature’s call – slid
down the bannister and punched my way back onto
the streets.
A few steps past Letterman’s and I am certain I’m
hearing a voice. It’s calling out to me.
“Matt,” I hear.
I stop in my tracks and turn an ear to the left.
“Matt. Matt, it’s you. It’s you.”
I turn to look closer. A dark man – much taller
than I, is looking at me. He walks closer with a
big smile on his face.
He says: “I’m one of your Inner Circle members. I love your
stuff. Been getting it for years. My name is Rasheed Ali.”
“Oh, I know you,” I exclaimed. ‘You sent an email about where
I could go to get fresh organic fruits and vegetables.”
“Yes, that was me,” he said. “What a pleasure it is to meet
you.”
“Likewise,” I said.
Mr. Ali told me he’s a copywriter and he’s been studying
me for years.He especially likes these emails, which he
saves.
“That’s very cool,” I said. “But there’s much bigger things
coming down the pike. I’d love to tell you more about them
now, but doing so might jinx me, so I’ll keep my mouth
shut.”
We talked another five minutes then waved good-bye.
I went to the sauna. Sean went to bed.
While sitting in the hot box I realized I am cleared to begin
working out again on September 15. Only nine more days.
Then I thought about how glad I was to be given the green
light on vigrorous exercise – yet so many lazy Americans
would rather be shot than do something good for their
bodies.
I have a pizza now and then – but that’s about all many
people ever eat. Nothing but junk. Pizza, burgers
and fries. And a diet coke.
Tis sad.
True, I’m not in as good of shape as before I had my surgery last
month. But i can assure you of one thing – I’m going to kick
some major league booty in nine days. I’d be doing it today
if it was appropriate.
What about you. If you’re like most – today will always be the best
day to get started.
Many people have gotten their balls rolling – er, should I say rolls
flattened by using my all-time best-seller, Combat Conditioning.
I’ll give it to you for nothing – along with many other goodies
when you become a member of the Matt Furey Inner Circle –
http://www.mattfurey.com/inner_circle.html
In fact, I’m strongly considering making a MAJOR change that
will affect the price of membership considerably. I’m thinking
about making the monthly newsletter and CD into a monthly
DVD that shows me doing what I’ve previously captured with
photos and text only. It’ll be a monumental change for the
better – I think. And those who enroll NOW or who are already
enrolled will be locked in at their current rate for at least another
six months.
But if you wait, you’ll probably end up forking over two to three –
and possibly even four times more per month to get the same
information.
So I think I’ve just given you plenty of incentive to enroll NOW,
eh.
Go to http://www.mattfurey.com/inner_circle.html and claim
your gifts. And expect the next newsletter and CD to come to
you as a DVD – loaded to the gills with content you’ll go
ape for.
Rise Up,
Matthew Furey
P.S. No more pizza for me until next month. Scout’s honor.