Hitting Bottom, the beginning of change.

Me in 1995



Me in 2018.





32 years of undisciplined living took me from looking buffed to stuffed. How did I get fat? One bite at a time. Scientifically yet simply put, I consumed more calories then I burned. My doctor always told me that I should eat less and exercise more. Yeah yeah yeah, anyway… how’s your golf game?
I love to cook. I do it competitively… and win. I got fat (morbidly obese is the Doc’s term) by enjoying truly amazing food. Most of it would even be considered healthy. What was unhealthy was the quantity that I was consuming it in, immediately followed by a few laps around the living room in my recliner. It’s not like I was out of control, it was only gaining 6 pounds a year, that works out to 8oz per month or 1/4 oz per day. 2 Hersheys kisses weigh 1/3 of an ounce. It’s really easy for it to not look like a problem. Every now and then I would have “a moment of clarity”. Getting winded from putting on my socks. Getting lightheaded buy walking up a flight of stairs. Not being able to enjoy one of my greatest loves, fishing, because I cannot navigate walking on river stone.
Most people will get to a point where they hit bottom or become unwilling to dig any further. Seeing my wife in tears over the fact but the doctors were now willing to place estimates on my life span. Having doctors educate me on the irreversible damage that I have done to my body. Actually getting to see myself has morbidly obese‘s instead of big boned. I came to except the fact that I am fat because I have been living a lazy, gluttonous, and undisciplined life.
Kinde reader, don’t go blue on me! It turns out that that last paragraph was a great gift for me. It doesn’t need fixed if you don’t know it’s broke. I considered gastric bypass, wonder drugs, liposuction. The problem is that that would only be fixing the symptoms of the part of me is it’s broken. Now the adventure begins… More to come.