Fat

I remember that day in November 2010 like it was yesterday.  I was still sore from running The Marine Corps Marathon (where I had raised $13,000 for cancer research) and from being made part-time.  I was hurting in more than one way. And then I broke my toe.

At that moment, I stopped running. And I stopped exercising period.  I began working 16-hour days trying to find ways to pay for my son’s surgery, to feed my family and to keep my house.  My gym membership was one of the first “luxuries” to be cut out of the struggling family budget.

Blessings ensued. I began traveling the state speaking. In March, I was fortunate enough to be hired by SuperTalk Mississippi to host their 3 to 6 afternoon radio show.  One of the good things about being cut to part-time was that I was given flexibility by The Clarion-Ledger. Thankfully I could manage my work flow.  But that soon that changed and I started going to work at 6 a.m.

I went from tired to exhausted.

I’d work at the paper until noon, cramming work I used to do in nine hours into six and then rush to the radio station at noon. I’d grab fast food on the way so I could make to the station in time to do show prep for the day’s show. I be on the air from 3 until 6 and then I’d crawl back home. (And I was still traveling the state on the weekends and for show remotes during the week).  I was writing checks my body could not cash.

My weight had ballooned up 20 pounds to 220 pounds.

Howard Ballou  came in and challenged me to lose weight.  I showed him by gaining 23 more pounds.  How? The main culprit was soft drinks.  I love Coca Cola as much as I love oxygen — and needed it about as much.  I was drinking several Cokes a day to give me the energy to make it through the day.  Radio is a very energy-intensive activity — talking into a mic for up to 23 minutes at a time requires you to be thinking all the time.  And by the time I got on the air, I had been running and gunning for nine hours.  Since your brain uses the most of energy of any part of your body, I would drink several more Cokes to keep myself sharp. (Diet drinks make me feel terrible and try to avoid them). I was wiped out by the time I got home. And that’s when I had to be dad and work my third job — my illustration business. So I’d eat sugary foods to give me another “sugar rush” to get me to midnight.

One bad choice piled up on another.  And I felt like crap.

Patrick House is the winner of the reality TV show “The Biggest Loser.” He lost an amazing 202 pounds in a very short time — and changed his life. I met Patrick while doing a remote at The Neshoba County Fair last summer and was inspired by him instantly.  Last week, he came back on my radio show and challenged me to lose 50 pounds by April 28.  I’ll have a weigh-in at SuperTalk Mississippi’s Fitness Expo which will be on that day — and we’ll run the Marathon Makeover’s Half Marathon at the Renaissance (It has been cancelled — we’ll have to find another race to run) together two days later.

I have a big hill to climb.  But a recent trip to the doctor for my physical showed me that I have to climb it. Now. So starting next week, I’ll be going in at 5 a.m. to work out with a group. I’ll announce the details as soon as I work them out, but let’s just say I’ll be getting thinner with some of the people I draw.  I’ve already quit Cokes (that was hard but necessary first step).  And although I weighed 245 on Patrick’s scale, I weighed-in at 236 this morning. I guess you could say I’m on my “weigh!”

My goals are to weigh 195 pounds again, to change my eating habits and to start running again.   I have 121 days to make it happen. Because being fat weighs me down. Literally.

2012 is going to be a year of incredible changes. A year of amazing blessings. And I need to make sure I have the energy to make it all happen.

*I’ve signed on to train with Team Mississippi and Paul LaCoste starting Tuesday.