When thinking about this first post – and I’ve been thinking about it a lot – I tried to figure out exactly where I started. How did I go from being that lazy, video-game playing, soda drinking, Dorito eating kid to being a runner, a fitness junky, a bodybuilder? A lot of websites and books will probably say that the first thing you need to do is set a goal for yourself – “I want to lose so many pounds,” or “I want to lift this much weight” or “I want to look like Chris Evans in Captain America.” Join the fucking club!
What I realized was that there is a moment before that – one single moment that sparks that fire to become Steve Rogers. It’s that moment of want… of desire… of realizing that you can be more.
I met up with a friend of mine recently. He hadn’t seen me since I really started hitting the weights hard – it had been over a year or so. He told me that he’s never known anyone that has oscillated so much in size and weight. It’s probably true. As a kid, I was a pudgy little bastard. In high school and college, I was super skinny – freshmen year of college, I was, like… cancer-patient skinny. Toward the end of college, I started gaining weight, and didn’t stop until I was about 27. At my largest, I was about 210 lbs – not huge in the grand scheme of things, but I really didn’t like looking at myself in the mirror.
And that was really it for me – there was one day that I looked in the mirror and suddenly realized how big I had gotten. I wasn’t happy with how I looked. I wasn’t happy with myself. I knew that I could be better. But instead of crying over a pint of B&J’s Phish Food, I decided to fucking do something about it. I strapped on some New Balance running shoes, went outside and ran three miles. And when that got to easy, I ran 5. Then 7. Then 10. And at the end of those first few months, I had run my first half marathon. It didn’t happen overnight – it was months of running 3, 4, even 5 times a week, pushing myself a little harder each time. From there, I found my way in to bodybuilding, but that’s another story.
Here’s my point – The first step with any problem is to recognize that there is a problem. Then, you make a determination that you *CAN* fix the problem. These are two places that most people fail, I think. It took me a long time to notice that I was getting bigger. Looking back at pictures from after college, it’s *VERY* apparent to me, but it’s difficult to notice it when you’re with yourself every day. It can happen slowly over time. I think, for me, I really noticed it when I had to start buying new clothes – new, bigger clothes.
The second, bigger issues is realizing that you can change. A lot of people will blame genetics, say they have glandular problems, or generally make excuses. I think that there are very few people in the world that actually have physical issues that make them fat – don’t quote me, that’s just my belief. I think the problems that most people have are 1) they’re lazy and/or 2) they don’t want to put in the work to change. If that’s the case, that’s fine – but don’t make excuses. Just be real. If you can honestly tell me that you are happy being fat, being out of shape, etc, that’s great. But if you want to lose weight or buff up or run a 5k or whatever, start making a change rather than making excuses.