[i]Ok, I decided to change the title of this thread. The previous title (Do It Or Die!!!) seemed a bit…psychotic. Hopefully anyone who has been following along doesn’t lose track.[/i]
Short angry version:
I’m fucking sick and tired of my ass crack showing when I bend over because my pants don’t fit right due to my unsightly man handles which obfuscate the proper location of my waist.
My wife finds it hilarious to make clever comments when ol’ smiley makes his appearance, and gleefully pokes her finger or other objects in there. Ha ha, very funny Sweetie.
So Sorry, but soon you’ll need to find another way to get your kicks Baby.
Just say [i]NO[/i] to crack, kids.
Long boring embarrassingly overly-verbose soybean protein enriched version:
I am a 38 year-old father, husband, and musician/composer.
About eight years ago, I woke up and found myself on the fast track to obesity and all its benefits. I was technically obese, if on the low end of the definition. I felt and looked terrible. At around 30% bodyfat, with very little muscle or strength, I was a gooey mess.
But I didn’t stop eating ice cream sandwiches in bed until I saw the pictures. One particularly unflattering shot was in the newspaper, which a friend showed me one day as I was burying my face in a plate of ‘Drunken Noodle’ at my favorite Thai restaurant.
It was a picture of me playing saxophone on stage. I knew that wasn’t the real me, and a fundamental lifestyle change was in order.
So I jumped on a well-known program that incorporated eating good whole foods, a good beginning resistance training program, and some intense but brief cardio. I made great progress in a short amount of time.
Spurred on by urge to succeed with further fitness goals (and by the fear of returning to my former self), I continued making modest gains for the next three years. I reached a low single-digit bodyfat percentage, and enjoyed a couple summers and several vacations in good shape. Still, I wanted more muscle mass, so I ate more and trained hard.
I have made modest gains over the past few years, but I feel the way Chris describes his experience on the first page of the V-Diet. I’m not comfortable going shirtless or in a swimsuit, and I’m pissed about it! I wasn’t going to ever feel that way again, but here I am.
Thankfully, I have not spiralled out of control. I do wish I had some more lean meat on my frame before doing this, but I think this is exactly what I need to get ready for the summer’s vacations.
So, I am COUNTING on this plan living up to what it says. I have read it through carefully several times. I have acquired all of the required supplements. I started the workouts last Monday to dial in the proper weights and to get used to a couple of the less-familiar exercises.
I am starting on Monday, April 13. I’m not sure how much detail I will put in this blog, but I will try to keep it up as much as time allows. But even if I miss a day or two updating this thread, I will be attacking this thing like a pit-bull on a poodle.
BTW, I have also spent quite a bit of time this week reading many of the blogs to see how y’all handle the various challenges that come up. I must say, it is an honor to be in the company of so many great strong-willed folks.
I am the only member of my family (and friends) who is into this stuff, so I can really identify with some of the challenges some of you face with the ‘toxic’ people in your lives.
In my case, I don’t think my wife tries to be ‘toxic’, and I don’t think of her that way. But, she doesn’t understand why I need to do this, and isn’t exactly supportive. She won’t make it difficult for me, but I think she thinks I’m a bit touched in the head. Well, perhaps she will see the results and have a change of heart. But I’m not counting on it.