293
93lbs to go
I'm 40....holy crap! What the hell happened? I quit touring after 16 years because my closest friend died of cancer and I took a long hard look at my life. I felt I was just an upscale Carni person. I wanted to help people. Went to school and became a CNA. Those who do not not know what a CNA is (Certified Nurses Aide) well...it's a glorified ass wiper but, there is no glory in it. It is the hardest job in health care with below average pay. The key is to treat the people like it was you in their position. Unfortunately that's not how a lot people treat a job like that. I got lucky and moved on to becoming an instrument technician for my local hospital. Also a demanding job because peoples lives are truly in your hands. I realized that I spent most of my time helping people I wasn't helping myself. When I met my wife I was 200lbs. I was always big but, 12 years later I am 293 (I just weighed myself). I fucking love food. Pizza, burgers, 99's gold fever wings, airheads. Makes my stomach grumble just thinking about them. It's like drugs and alcohol. A very serious addiction. Today marks my journey to get back where I was 15 years ago. Better than 15 years ago. I am going to get into the best shape of my life. How? Drastic times call for drastic measures. With the help of some friends, some books, some blogs, and good old will power I will get to where I want to be by summer of 2012. Lastly the key. You. As my, support, judge and jury. Next post "Friends"
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