This video saved my life…
Well, the filming of it.
I mean, what happened after filming it.
At around 2:30AM, returning home from wrapping the shoot, I took a nasty lil spill on Bernie Rosenberg and broke my foot.
I found myself exiled to my bedroom for three weeks.
Not a drop of liquor. Not a single cigarette. Living on a big ass jar of peanut butter.
The pain was so bad I had no interest in eating. As a result, I’ve lost about 15 pounds, quit smoking, and will never excessively drink again.
Here was my thought process. I’ve always drank like a qualified alcoholic, but I’ve always made the distinction of never allowing my addiction to affect my job, time with my kids, or health.
In one moment, an alcohol-related scooter accident put all those things in jeopardy. Wake up call. Time to change.
Unfortunately, you won’t be seeing any more bipolar knee-jerk emotional rantings from me written at 4AM, but you can look forward to plenty of washboard-ab shirtless pics of my new svelt figure.
I have a new lease on life, and I have this Goddamn video to thank for it.
Game on.