I have always been overweight. Not in a “Holy shit, you’re going to die” sort of fat, but more of a gut hanging over my belt kind of way. This is attributed to the fact that I’m lazy and a procrastinator. It’s not an easy thing to admit, but I am what I am.
In the past I have weight trained. Not enough to illicit any notice from those around me though, but enough to make me happy. I powerlifted, more off than on, for the past, oh I don’t know, forever. I would train for a year or so, then take two off. I always tried to do something about my weight, but nothing ever worked because I just hated the traditional cardio I “thought” I needed to do. So I kept gaining weight, and kept gaining weight.
2 1/2 years ago I got married. And I looked absolutely terrible. I had bought a very expensive suit just for the wedding, and I ballooned so much I barely fit in it. To say I was embarrassed is an understatement. There is my wife, absolutely beautiful. And there I was. . . it was appalling.
But I still didn’t do anything to lose weight. Then my wife and I were blessed, she was pregnant. So my wife began to eat for two. And I subsequently ate for two as well. You know where this is going. There is picture of me holding my new born daughter and all I could see was my gut.
My friends kidded me, I did nothing. My coworkers insulted me, I did nothing. I said I was “Pleasantly plump”. I said I was a powerlifter, and powerlifters needed the calories. I had the excuses.
Finally in March of this year I weighed in at my gym and I was 270. The heaviest I ever was. I couldn’t chase after my daughter because I was getting out of breath. I wanted to look good in my clothes, but I couldn’t. I had enough. So I did something.
I went on a 6 week diet starting April 1st, and my mid June I dieted down to 245, where I still am today. Although I did lose weight, I was still at 30% body fat. I may have lost weight, but most of it had to be muscle. My clothes still didn’t fit right, and my gut was still there.
So I decided I had to take a radical stand. I always knew about the V-diet, but truth be told, the price was always too much for my wallet. Then one day, while telling my Dad how depressed I was, he said he would pay for it, as long as I promised to stick to it.
So here I am. Two boxes full of powders and supplements. And a head full of hope.
I need to do this. So my Dad can be proud of me. So my wife can look at me and not be grossed out. So I can shut up those who insulted me. So my daughter can have her father for a long long time.
Diet starts August 5th. See you then.