I knew it was only a matter of time. All my life I’ve been the “fat” kid. I graduated High School weighing in at 265lbs and a 52” waist. College got a little better and I dropped to about 230. Then I found Beachbody and everything changed. But, this isn’t a post about all of that. It’s actually the “after” post. Not about hitting my lowest weight at 172lbs, running Half Marathons, or finally wearing “normal” size clothes. No, this is a realization that without constant effort things change.
I weighed myself last week and was absolutely floored. I weight in at 220 pounds. It hit me that I’m the heaviest I’ve been in a decade. What really hit me is that my wife has never seen me this heavy, and that’s what really got me fired up. See, I’m a guy that could honestly care less what people think about me. How I look, how I act, what I do with my life. But hitting an all time low for my family is the worst feeling in the world. I mean, keep in mind, I’m not “fat”. I have spent the past year packing on muscle, but I also won’t tell myself that it’s all muscle. My body fat percentage is currently 27%. While not as nice as that ideal 15% I want to be at, I can still see muscle definition. I can do my pull-ups, push ups, and run a 5k no problem. But, my pants are tighter and my shirts aren’t as comfy. If you follow me on social media you may be baffled. I mean I workout EVERY single day. And not just walking in my living room to 70’s pop. P90X3, Les Mills Combat, Insanity. Intense workouts. So what’s the deal?
In short, time and nutrition. Since working to open the pub I have really let my nutrition go to shit. Oh I drink my Shakeology every day. But I also drink more the 2 beers a night, eat tater tots and fries. But I only eat chicken and black bean patties! But they’re usually in Sriracha Mayo and beer cheese. I’m sorry, but no amount of exercise will keep that kind of eating at bay. When I was logging my macros and nutrition I found I’d be OK on the calorie account, but my diet was very high in fat and carbs. This has been going on for roughly 7 months, so I’m actually shocked I’ve only packed on 20 pounds!
The point of this post is for those of you that are already in shape. Don’t take your eye off the ball. Ever. Don’t allow yourselves to get complacent with yourselves. Don’t let the excuses creep up. It starts with one. Have a fun night every now and then, but when your pants start to get tight, you tighten up.
And for those of you still working toward your goal, it is absolutely essential you don’t think getting to your goal is the end. It isn’t. You can still backslide. You can still fail. You can still lose it all. So stay strong, have a plan, and stay in the fight.
As for me? Well this is day three sticking to my nutrition and workout plan. Pants are already a little looser, and weigh-in day is coming up.