I used to be in shape. In High School, I played left tackle for our admittedly horrendous football team, the Pirates. I was about 205 and in the best shape of my life. And I hated myself. I thought I was fat, and I thought there was nothing I could do to ever be thin. Oh, to know then what I know now. See, no longer am I the 18 year old football player just over the crest of the 200's. Now I'm thirty-one, heading for thirty-two, and on the wrong side of 400lbs. I have my work cut out for me if I ever even want to see the number 2 as the first digit on my scale again.
And that is why I started this blog. Motivation, ranting, a little bit of whining, and a heaping helping of accountability. I want to lose this extra guy that's riding sidecar on my body. Screw that guy, he needs to find another location to reside, not along my midsection and the flabby spaces where my muscles used to be. I am vowing to no longer be a Jabba the Hutt stand-in, to start treating my body with a little respect, and to keep everyone informed of the goings on as I undertake this godawful task ahead of me. I did this to myself, though, and it's time to dig myself out of the trench. Want to follow along?