Goal Weight: 195
After my workout and as I was walking out of the Walter Peyton Center, I ran into Paul LaCoste. I unbuckled my belt and pulled the waist of my size-40 pants out several inches. “See what you’re doing to me?” I said with a smile. And then my ankles fell off and I had to walk out on my hands.
Just kidding on the last part. But I’m deadly serious about the first. And although I gave Paul credit (he has provided the structure for me to see success), at the end of the day what results I see comes down to one person: Me. My choices. My effort. My personal responsibility.
I chose to quit drinking sodas. I chose to eat healthier. I chose to get up at the crack of the crack of dawn to workout. I chose to change my life. No one else was going to make that choice. Not my kids. Not my wife. Not my parents. Not my dog. No one. Just me.
Today we ran. A lot. We ran in the gym. We ran drills. We ran on the treadmill. We did punches and kicks. We moved, moved and moved some more. I was winded but I hung with my group. (they inspire me to get better.).
And now I’m starting to see the benefits. More energy. More enjoyable workouts. Being able to go running (thus spend more time) with my sons on the weekend (we’re doing a 5K together this Saturday). I’m in a better mood (got to love those endorphins.) I can almost see what little chin I had again.
I chose to change my life. My friend Patrick House (Biggest Loser: Season 10) made a similar choice. When I saw how his life changed for the better, I realized it was time for me to be responsible for the man in the mirror.
It’s all about the choices we make. Now to reattach my ankles.