I checked the scale this morning after my workout. I have lost another two pounds which, to date, is a loss of fifty five pounds. I started the journey back in the first of April by changing my food intake, and cardio. This consisted of walking and running in intervals, and by September 11 when I joined Cardinal Fitness I had lost forty three pounds; in the last thirty days, I have lost another ten. I have a goal weight of 250 pounds, and I am down to 300; halfway there.
This isn’t a pat on the back. I am quite proud of myself, and the hard work I have put in, and continue to do. While, I am starting to physically look better, it is not my motive for going into the gym twice a day to lift and do cardio. As many people know , my father is dying of prostatic bone cancer. What some have heard from me is this cancer is hereditary. His father died of the same thing, and is father’s father before him. My mom was diagnosed with diabetes a couple months ago which runs rampant in my family, and her sister is dying of congestive heart failure; another disease that is from her family. I had been eating like crap, being sedentary, and smoking. I was also at 355 pounds. I was practically sprinting towards cancer, diabetes, and congestive heart failure.
The catalyst came when Carrie decided in the middle of March to get back into body building, and began training. It got me off my ass to do something about it. I am the kind of guy that once I make up my mind to do something, I do it. I don’t want diabetes, congestive heart failure, or cancer. Because of my genetics, I am predisposed to these things, but I don’t need to be living a life that will definitely bring these things about quickly. However, the work and lifestyle change that I have committed to does not mean that I will definitely avoid these horrible things, but I would rather take that chance of avoiding it.
On a humorous and true note, my other motive is to have a waistline one size smaller than my brother so that I can call him a fat bastard. To date, he is 6”10, 220 pounds, and a 38” waistline which makes him look like a stick…except in his shoulders. He has to wear 3 XL shirts because his shoulders are so broad, and when tucks in his shirt it looks like he’s wearing a tent. He’s always been skinny, and ate doritos with six packs of dr. pepper daily without doing anything physical. Little fucker didn’t break a hundred till he was 15, and I have always struggled with my weight. I have no illusions how this will look. Even when I get down to my goal waistline, I’ll still look bigger than him because I have a stockier frame and I’m 6”8; but I will have the smaller waistline, and he will be the fat bastard; it will not matter if anyone can tell. :-)
