My Story: The Chubster that could!

40 lbs and 8 months; this is how the math works out. I've carried far too much weight for too long because I thought the mediocrity of my condition was "enough". It wasn't until the day that it was no longer enough, until the day that I decided I could be better; much better, that I finally committed to peeling off layers of doubt. Doubts about whether I could. Doubts about how far I could actually take it. Doubts that had me frozen in my tracks for far too long. Doubt is the bedfellow of inertia. It slips into the very foundations of your worldviews and keeps you from moving forward. You can overcome doubt by abandoning the need for certainty. Lack of certainty is liberating. It unmasks the true nature of reality revealing several overlooked choices previously hidden behind "what if's". What if today is the day I become unstoppable? What if the new road I take leads me to uncertain bliss? You can live a lifetime secure in your warm little nest without venturing off to test your wings.

I did not drop 40 lbs because I wanted too look younger or hotter or buff or some trendy infatuation with fitness; I dropped 40 lbs because I damn well could. Because it was within my ability to do and because I desired to live my life being leaner, stronger, healthier and filled with all the exhilarating vigor that this hard earned condition can provide. Oh... I have chosen my words carefully! This is not madness, this is not blasphemy, THIS IS SPARTA!!!