Listen hard, listen well.
I have a story to tell.
This is not the beginning though…
…no…not the beginning at all…
…see, this story begins in Hell.
The “unofficial” scale… which normally agrees with the “official” one to any significant standard… says 225 lbs this morning.
That’s -202 for those keeping score.
I’m well under 20% body-fat, I’ve idealized every health marker, and sitting squarely in the “fit” category.
It’s not the end though. It took me decades to learn that fitness and self-care, mental and physical, wasn’t “selfish” or a luxury. The disciplines involved serve you well in all aspects of life, and the pursuit of them is not optional.
I started this journey with a goal weight. I don’t have one anymore, rather, I have a target fitness level. Slacking off ain’t in the cards.
Some low-points along the way (some paraphrased, but not as much as you’d think):
–My 1st doctor (scowls at my 427 pound weight): “Why are you even here?”
–A popular “big box” health club (as I’m attempting to sign up): “Oh hell no. You’ll have to bring certification from your doctor that you’re allowed to exercise!” (they wouldn’t even give me a tour)
–My 1st doctor: *laughs*
–My 2nd doctor (on being asked to help me lose 200 pounds): “Oooo. Lofty goal. Unreasonable though. Let’s try to lose, say, 20 pounds instead?”
–My endocrinologist (when asked what to do to get off some of these expensive drugs): *laughs*
–My health insurance: “No, we’re not paying for anything that might help the actual problem. Have some more drugs!”
–My employer: “Biometric screenings! Lifestyle surcharges! You fat fuck! You’ll NEVER meet THIS standard. Have a cookie! Pizza? Maybe a doughnut? Check out our new vending machine, it serves ICE CREAM!”
–A family member not seen in a while: “You’ve lost weight! OMG you have cancer!”
–The medical studies: “Only one in a million will try it. Only 10% of those will succeed.”
There’ve been highlights too:
–My trainers (when I asked for help): “Yeah, bring it! If you’re willing to work, we can do that!”
–Me (finally realizing it’s mostly a head game and I HAD CONTROL of it): “Holy shit!”
–My eye doctor (on learning I’d put my diabetes in remission): “Amazing. In 35 years of practice I’ve never seen it happen.”
–My wife (on seeing my progress): “Maybe I can do that…” *embarks on her own transformation journey*
–Me: *tosses a whole wardrobe of clothes because everything…all of it…is far too big*
–Random coworker: “You look damn good!”
–My current doctor: “Fantastic!” *fist-bump*
–The wife (raises eyebrow at me): “Growwwlllll!”
If I had to pick one thing I’ve learned in this journey, it’s this:
I can tackle absolutely anything I set my mind to.
…and guess what? You can too!
You can read more about my fitness journey here.
I’ll see you on the road.