I don't want to die. I want to see my daughter grow up, and to play with her and not think I'm going to have a heart attack if I push it too hard. How did I get here?
These are the thoughts that go through my mind almost every day. I used to be fit. I was in the military for crying out loud. But a desk job, combined with a weakness for (love of) good beer and bad (delicious) food has put me slowly but inevitably in this hole. Three bills, 40 years old, winded when I climb stairs.
I can't be this guy anymore. Time for a change. I'm going old school, back to what I have done before. You see, that's what is so maddening about this--I've been here before. When I was 19 and wanted to join the military, I was 325 pounds. I lost 100 pounds by doing CICO and exercise and tracking it all every day in a little notebook. I'm furious at myself that I'm here again, but I'm hopeful that what worked before will work again. I am nervous because I'm 20 years older and I know my body's not going to be as easily malleable and trainable as it was then--that the weight probably won't fall off so easily.
But I've got to try.
That's why I'm here. I think this community can be an asset in this journey, and I'm looking forward to sharing in it with all of you.
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