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?
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You can do this! decide there will be a new you. It will take a lot of hard work but it is NOT impossible! I will be around if ya ever need a friend! I have great recipes if you would like them...
ReplyDeleteHey, dude. I'm proud of you for desiring to get back to that high school weight! I have been off and on excercising since being back and it ain't easy! Everybody knows that, though. When I get to a point where things slow down for us, I'd like to get together with you more. Not only in general, but, to motivate each other and be active without the junk food in our lives. I know i take in too much of it. Be strong, bro! I'm behind you and if you need me you know my number, email, FB, Twitter, whatever.
ReplyDeleteWell, considering that I'll probably be living down the street from your parents soon, it shouldn't be too hard to find time to hang out! I need a workout buddy and someone to hold me accountable for the crap I stuff in my huge maw, and I can think of no better person for the job than you, buddy! I'll let you know when we get down that way, and we'll start hitting the gym/track/monkey bars 3 times a week.
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