Three years ago, I weighed 275 pounds. That was the same weight my dad was when he had a heart attack and double bypass surgery. Now granted, he was in his early fifties and nowhere near as handsome as I am, but something clicked in my head and I just stopped eating the crap. I found the...stuff...within me to get up every morning between 6 and 7, hop on my elliptical machine and run. Head back, eyes closed, ipod blaring. My wife would laugh at me as I sang. (I couldn't hear the pitch and I knew so few of the right words.) First 30 minutes. Then 45. Then an hour. I would lift weights also. Two 20 pound dumbbells. And I felt great. I lost 60 pounds in 3 months. From 275 to 218 in 3 months and then it happened. I know what you're thinking and, no, I didn't pull a hamstring or throw my back out.
Rebecca got pregnant!
And of course anything she saw on television she had to eat. Friendly's, Houlahans, Dunkin Donuts, Jiffy Lube. It didn't matter...I was going to get it and usually at 11 o'clock at night. Of coarse, I couldn't go and get her one without getting myself one...or four...teen. Alas, back came the weight.
Now I find myself in a very different mindset. I am older, wiser and a whole lot harder to motivate. As I type this blog I can hear the laughter from my elliptical. (or as I affectionately call it "hell-iptical") It's not loud. It doesn't have to be...it's sitting right behind me...mocking. Hurling doughnuts at me. Daring me, and I have to admit, I'm a little scared. I had tamed it before but I don't know that i can do it again.
But I know it is the key to the whole thing. I need to get active. I need to flail that machine into rhythmic submission and drown out its taunting laughter with every drop of sweat I have in me. Ha! Take that machine. Take that.
I must sleep now and pray to the gods whoop ass that they come and drag me from my bed, point their muscle bound fingers at the machine of pain and say, "Pedal fat boy! Pedal!"
-still a little scared to turn around-
Dan
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LOL!!! You are SO funny!!! I know exactly what you mean and how you're feeling, especially after getting my butt kicked by my former personal trainer today during her grueling kickboxing class. I knew I should not have quit 6 weeks ago, and my body is paying for it right now. Ugh! I know we need to do this, but holy cow, ask me again in the morning if I'll be back at her Pilates class on Monday morning!!
ReplyDeleteYou'll do GREAT Dan!! Turn around and fire down a good 30 minutes. Your old self will return in no time, even though you may regret it when you're done, but only for the first 24 hours!
Remember, it's a marathon, not a sprint. Praying for your success!!! You can do it!! Of to watch the replay of tonight's shuttle launch and get my mojo back!! Have fun!!
Thank you Danny for the moment of memories; truely loved your beautiful story telling. I'll pray for you and your hell-iptical to reunite and create movements of energetic hope flowing throughout the household. God bless and enjoy the last pages of summer...erol
ReplyDeleteNice blog, Dan! Keep 'em up! I'm trying my hand at it, too - at Diana's recommendation!
ReplyDeleteYes, my treadmill is doing the same thing. Do you think maybe they're in cahootz with each other? -- Kathy (sis)
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