Fit-to-Fat-to-Fat Blog Day 4

Weight Goal: 195

This morning’s weight: 234

A quick shout out to me teammates: You rock. Your encouragement and support helped me make it through the first week of training. Thank you.

Now, to the blog:

Take a spaghetti noodle. Boil it until it is ready. Hold one end of it and place the other on a table. Now, put your full body weight on it.  That’s what my legs are like right now.

The end of week one of training and my legs hate my ever-living guts. But that’s OK. They’ll get over it. My heart and my mind are pretty happy with me.  Why? We weighed in today: I lost seven pounds this week.

I work 12 to 15 hours a day. Everyday. It’s what I have to do to do what I do. I love it. But to pull off that kind of Herculean schedule and raise three boys, I need energy.  Lots of energy.  And I’ve made some bad choices trying to get it. Those bad choices led me from a marathon runner to a blob in 14 months.  How? I got “too busy” to exercise.  I drank sugared sodas for cheap energy. I ate poorly for the same reason. In the end, I gained 43 pounds in the end.  I looked like Jabba Hutt’s fat brother Jumbo the Hutt.

We are the product of our choices.

I now choose to not drink sugary drinks.  I drink Green Tea (for my caffeine) and water. After four days of withdrawals, I feel GREAT.

I now choose to eat small healthy snacks (like an apple) every two hours to keep my blood sugar constant.

I now choose to eat slower and eat small portions.

I now choose to get my Jumbo the Hutt butt out of bed and exercise.

I don’t eat junk food.  I’ve survived cancer and need to take better care of my body than I have been doing.

Yes, my legs are noodle-like. I’m very sore.  And I won’t lie to you, I’m tired. But I’m encouraged I’m making better choices. And better choices lead to other better choices. As my wife said, “I think this change is what our family needed.”

She’s a very wise woman.  (She married me, didn’t she?)