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[simplyyycassss]

Day #1

Well, let’s back track because this isn’t really day one for me. Let’s take it back to February I was at my heaviest 220 lbs to be exact. I had decided (for like the 100th time) that I was done with being fat. My wife and I started a rigorous diet and exercise program that allowed us to drop a LOT of weight really fast. By April I was down to 185 and couldn’t be more excited. I wore less clothing, and carried myself in a confident way.

I always try to balance work and home life to the best of my ability, however come early May there were some set backs if you may say in the work place. Causing me to work long hours and not be able to attend the gym as much as I liked, with this came tiredness . I fell off my diet and ate whatever was fast and easy. I quit my job because I was miserable there thinking it would be a quick fix, however this was not the case. I was still miserable.

For about a month I did freelance work just to keep us above water until I could find something I loved. The freelance work allowed me time to work out and meal prep. The self control or drive just wasn’t there. I fell into a downward spiral of stress eating, sleeping to avoid feelings, and what I call being my own bully (I have always been this person).

Fast forward about a month, today to be exact. I’ve started a job I like and feel I could be successful in. Yesterday brought some unfortunate news and things are kind of up in the air. Immediately I felt the urge to become “hopeless” or “discouraged” to give in or give up. Today I went back to the gym. It wasn’t a long work out but I was there. I wanted to cry, throw up, throw in the towel. With that being said here we’re today’s efforts. I wanted to be done!

*Follow my story, maybe I’ll inspire someone today. I haven’t weighed myself yet because my mental state may not be ready for that number.

Eliptical run: 20:00 minutes 3.25 miles

Bike: 15 minutes 3.96 miles