Morning reflection and, why I am a shitlord. As I sat in the kitchen drinking my coffee and, smoking a ciggerate (horrible habit I know but, one of the few things I kept from the military)  as I cooked my scrambled eggs with ham I realized that us shitlords have something fats cannot ever have. We have passion and, drive we realize that we aren't flawless snowflakes and, that we can always better ourselves. It made me remember something from my time in the Marines. We had a private let's call him butterball now butterball was a fresh boot right out of MOS school and, I was a LCpl having just returned from deployment and, in arguably the best shape of my life. Being that I was single at the time I was forced to room with said hambeast it wasn't noticeable when in uniform but, in the room I realized he had a disgusting little fupa in which he could store all of his pogie bait. Well butterball was homesick and, wouldn't leave the room for any reason except to get more pogie bait or to go to work. The weekend would come around and, I would go out to do whatever I wanted my hobbies varied from swimming too hiking. As this went on I saw butterball slowly creeping up in weight his lifestyle was horrible. One day I finally invited him to come with me and, to my surprise he did. I watched as butterball slowly made his way out of his chair and, prepared himself for the journey packing snacks into his extra pockets. We ended up driving around til we found Atlantic Beach we talked me as his leader at the time about his weight. I came to realize that I had to get through to him my whole squad looked like crap because of butterball and, it was my fault. Slowly ever so slowly we I worked with him and, trained him to my standards. When I picked up Cpl he became a favorite junior Marine of mine in six months I had changed him from slow moving butter blob to a lean fighting machine. He pushed himself on runs trying to outpace me, on hikes he could be found at the front and, during formations he carried the company guide on he was a symbol of our unit. Time passed and, eventually I left the unit I checked his facebook the other day and, found he was back to being a small fat. I realized that this is a never ending battle and, I feel let down knowing that no matter how much I yell, push, motivate or, praise somebody I cannot force them to have drive. It irks me to know end that my Marine Corps has let standards slip so much that this hamplanet is allowed so much freedom and, disgraces the uniform that I earned.  That is why I am a shitlord because no matter what I have done people will take the easy way out and, I cannot fix that but, I can improve myself. That is what I must do I must make them question why they chose to let that happen with their bodies and, their health.