Do You Believe?

Hello everyone, can you believe that Julio Cuatro is right around the corner?


Doesn’t it feel like it was just yesterday when you stepped on the scale and made your New Year’s weight loss resolution? Well, never fear if you haven’t lost any weight this year. You still have six months left. So why don’t you make a Cuatro de Julio re-solution, your solution again, and stick to the plan. In the name of World Cup Mania, repeat after me, or my typing, while pretending to play the drums on your desk. If you’re at work, your boss can chime in too.


I believe.

I believe that.

I believe that I.

I believe that I will.

I believe that I will lose weight!! (Here’s where you scream!!)


I believe that I will lose weight!!


I believe that I will lose weight!! (Children can scream too).


I believe that I will lose weight!! (Get animated).


I believe that I will lose weight! (You can scream and cry, like a baby even).


I have learned the following by observing others and myself: When you are trying to accomplish something challenging, like getting in shape, losing weight, you must believe that you can accomplish what it is you are trying to accomplish. The more concrete your belief, the more likely you are to accomplish your goals, any goals. The belief system has…

Put a man on the moon.


Created pyramids with unexplainable construction methods.


All around the world.

The Pyramid at Chichén Itzá (before 800 A.D.) Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico

The belief system made Dr. Dre a billionaire because of a “little music fad” called rap, and convincing America that they need 300 dollar headphones. I know, I know, the sound quality of Beats headphones is a-m-a-z-i-n-g, but so is the price tag.


The belief system told the guy on the far left, in the picture above, that he could leave N.W.A., go solo, and even make movies in the process.

And regardless of your political affiliation, or mine for that matter, the belief system, his belief system, led to Obama becoming president of the United States, twice even. Because before anyone could even fathom a black man becoming president of the good ol U.S. of A., he had to believe it strongly, very strongly, first.


By the way, I know we say our president is black, and some people, just a few, may not like him because he is a bit…what’s the phrase?…oh yeah, sun touched, but he can also be described as white. This is his mama.


And now, I’m really confused. My father is Mexican, my mother is Salvadoran, I was born in the U.S. of A., and served my country proudly. What does that make me? Oh, I know, it makes me American, just like everyone else born here.

And that is why when the we, the U.S., play Germany tomorrow, I will be chanting “I believe that we will win!”, along with the rest of America. Gooooooaaaaaaallllll!!!!!!!!