Let’s face it. I got FAT. For the first time in my life I had a gut. And jiggly boobs. It’s not nice to hear and it’s not nice to say, but it was the reality of life. My suit jacket was as tight as a circus tent and everything jiggled when I drove in my car. Each bump reminded me that I wasn’t the fitness guy I should be. I almost convinced myself that it was ok because I fit in on the beach better by being overweight. When I was big and muscly I didn’t fit in. I was the anomaly. I was the FREAK.
I lied to myself. “Lots of people are overweight,” I rationalized. “Look at all these guys. They all have bellies. As a matter of fact I’m not as big as many of them.” I was fibbing to myself because I didn’t want to feel shame of falling so far.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Being overweight wasn’t the shameful part. The shameful part was that I was supposed to be the example of health for my family, my kids and the rest of the world. I even wondered if my wife had lost a little bit of respect for me. (Of course she hadn’t because she’s the coolest woman you’ll ever meet!)
My whole life I had been thin or in good shape. As a kid I played sports all the time and hated being in the house. I couldn’t sit still. I was too competitive. And it all gave me a great foundation of athletics. After high school I began to lift weight and soon after I began to compete in bodybuilding. I was the world’s biggest advocate for healthy living. I ate healthy, exercised daily and lived the healthy lifestyle. And I was happy to chat with anyone about how they can live a vibrant, healthy life. I had even won many bodybuilding competitions proving that I had the tenacity to practice what I preached. Even when I entered the corporate world I stayed in great shape. Everyone admired me and loved to ask me for advice. I was still a FREAK and I was happy.
Then, I had my first major surgery at age 38. I was out of the gym for 10 weeks and for the first time I decided to eat anything I wanted whenever I wanted. I discovered all kinds of fast foods, deserts and snacks. I even liked it. I found myself craving ice cream and chocolate. I wanted to eat fast food hamburgers and found myself eating them more and more every day. I satisfied every craving that I had and the more I ate, the more I craved. It was a glorious tailspin and I was loving it!
Then one day I realized that I had a problem. I remember it clear as day and I’ll never forget it. It was a hot summer day in late July. The air conditioning in our home wasn’t working so well. It was over 80 degrees in the house (did I mention I HATE to be hot?) and I had just opened up a half gallon container of Spumoni Ice cream. It was sooooooo cold. And good. MmmmMMMmmm. I was standing in front of the tv watching God-knows-what and just taking one small spoonful at a time. Reveling in the cool pistachio, tart cherry and decadent chocolate. I was happy.
As I was watching tv and eating my ice cream something very strange happened. I heard an odd noise from the ice cream container as I scooped another spoonful. Shhh’d Shh’d Shh’d. Huh? I looked down into the container and realized I had eaten the entire container. That noise was my spoon scraping the bottom of the container! “Oh, Fudge,” I thought. But I didn’t say fudge. I then realized that I had probably been eating at least 5,000 – 7,000 calories a day for quite a while. And I started to notice that my shorts were staying up without a belt. They used to be 6 sizes to big on account of the muscular tree trunks I had for legs. And now they didn’t fall down. They stayed up. Even worse… they were TIGHT! I knew I was in real trouble. I knew I had to turn the corner and thought it would be easy enough, but boy was I in for a rude awakening…
Can you guess what happened next?
You may have guessed right, but you’ll have to weight… I mean wait… until next time because as I right this I’m sitting in a favorite coffee shop and it’s time for me to pack up and meet one of my clients who needs my help the way I needed help on that fateful day. I invite you to follow me on my journey and learn some great health and fitness tips to help you on your own journey. Follow me right here on my blog and on YouTube for the full story. I think you’ll really enjoy following along with me. Keep an eye out for the next installment and until next time, please drop your questions in the comments below and I’ll do my best to answer each and every one personally.
About Tony and Out Run your Fork:
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