So the other day I was thinking of what I was going to write about now that I have no races coming up and I am still trying to figure out my new goals for the rest of this year. I was flipping through my page and I realized I haven't updated my "About Me" page since I started Running in the Fat Lane back in February of 2014. So I read through it and made a few corrections to the first half and pretty much totally rewrote the second half of the story, so I figured I would go ahead and post the entire thing.
Yep, that's me to the left, when I was that size I never felt like I
was that big. I enjoyed life like I was "thin" and never felt like it
was a problem. My wife loved me, I had a good job and no one ever made a
big deal about it. Well something finally clicked. My story isn't a
page turner or filled with personal tragedy that
could be considered an acceptable reason for why my weight became
such a problem. I AM LAZY pure and simple and this is my story...
Over
my entire childhood I was always considered the chubby one, a little
bigger than most but it never really got out of hand. Pretty much like
every other kid I played football, baseball, soccer and basketball, I
was always doing something. If I had to put my finger on the main
reason for my size would say my diet had a lot to do with it. I was
"addicted" to sugar, candy, Pop, cookies, donuts, etc. along with
burgers, fries, pizza, fast food and having no concept portion control
you can see why this is where I ended up.
When I started in high school I was right around 200 pounds, I know
this because I decided to go out for freshman wrestling and when I was a
freshman weighing 200 and up was the heavyweight class. After a month
of getting my ass handed to me by 6 foot 300 plus pound kids I talked
with my coaches about cutting weight. A month later I was weighing in
at 175 and was actually winning a few matches. The summer prior to my
sophomore year I turned 16, I traded my bicycle and skateboard in for
car keys, gave up wrestling for what I look back now as stupid reasons,
to which I now mark as the exact moment my current struggles with weight
began. All through high school and college I continued my eating
habits that I am sure was coming in around 3-5000 calories a day
combined with little to no exercise.
By the time I married my wife in 2004 I was
probably hovering around 250-260, and that is when the proverbial
shit hit the fan, and before I new it I was tipping the scales at
317 pounds. 2007-2012 was a weight roller coaster for me, I tried every fad diet
in the book from protein shakes for breakfast & lunch to Atkins
to the HCG plan. The lowest I ever got down to was 247lbs while on
HCG, but the minute I stopped and had one cheat day then another and then another which snowballed
back into my old ways of candy, fast and fried food, late night nachos and donuts I ballooned back to 293 by the end of 2012.
What
was my aha moment? well I claim there really wasn't one. Not even after I went to
see my doctor for a routine check up and blood work.
Those test came back with some red flags and he ordered more tests.
By the time all the tests were done my pocket was $1200 lighter and I
was standing with one foot off the edge of the diabetes cliff and the need for
medication.
My Doc gave me two months to try and change my diet and
start exercising to reverse the damage or he would recommend
medication. So for the first month while feeling depressed, I did
what most anyone in my position would do, NOT A DAMN THING. I blocked
it out and acted like there was nothing wrong with me. In the second
month I finally got around to
getting a gym membership and
going a couple of days a week. Just going to the gym was a huge
accomplishment
for me, but I wasn't really putting in a ton of effort while using
the weight and elliptical machines.
Now if you believe that there is that one moment in everyone's life
when God intervenes in your life and points you in the direction that
will forever change your life, then this was it. The gym has an indoor
track and one
day while on the elliptical, I was watching the runners and walkers
through the glass,
I thought screw this, I'm gonna give
jogging a try. Even though I couldn't even make it anywhere close to
a mile I enjoyed it and for the first time felt like I had a quality
workout, so 2 days later I did it again and continued every other
day.
The indoor track takes 9 laps to make a mile, and as I was making
progress towards achieving that first mile, I started to get really
interested in the topic of running, and when I get interested in
something I research it to death. While in the Itunes store I came
across an awesome podcast
called Runner Academy, and found the host Matt Johnson to be very informative
and helpful. The episode I have listened to the most and I think
really kicked me into high gear is #8 which was all about two of the Fat to Finish line documentary teammates. That episode gave me the
inspiration and the confidence that I could lose the weight, and do
it with running. My plan was simple, to run for exercise and
reduce my caloric intake to around 2000 calories.
I tracked
everything I put in my mouth with the My Net Diary App on my phone. I started out by setting a large goal that I would break down into smaller chunks. I
set my first goal to break 247lbs, which was my lowest weight I had been able to reach. I then broke my goal down into 10 pound increments. Once I hit that goal I
set my next to hit 225lbs. As I reach goal then I move on
to the next and so on. It sounds easy enough, but I won't lie to you, it was a long struggling journey filled with highs and lows. My
original goal was to stop
when I reached 193lbs, but that seemed to still be a little to
heavy so I decided that my finish line is my freshman year wrestling
weight of 173lbs. Two years, three months and 8 days after I began this journey I had finally reached my goal. A number that I had not seen since sometime in 1994. I have since re-evaluated how I look and
feel and I decided that I don't need to drop anymore weight at this time even if my BMI is technically still considered overweight.
Here is where the update begins
As my weight began to fall simultaneously my running journey began to grow. Like I said earlier, that gym track was nine laps to a mile, I was lucky if I could run three before I felt like I was gonna die. I continued to slowly add laps till I hit a mile, then two before I set my sights on trying a 5K. Once I completed my 5K goal I continued to push myself towards my next goal of a 10K. I spent every evening looking for races to run. As time went on my weight went down and my mileage continued to grow. Several 5Ks, a 10K and a few half marathons later I set the biggest challenge in my life to date, a full marathon. I spent all summer of 2014 training for the Columbus Marathon, it consumed my existence. On October 19th, 2014 not only did I complete my first marathon, I did it in under four hours. Recently I celebrated my 3rd run-aversary running the same 5K race that started it all for me. My outlook on running hasn't changed much, I still am looking for ways to challenge and push myself despite a minor injury that sidelined me for a couple of months.
Whether I am going for a goal time, contemplating a new distance or just continuing to maintain my weight I now
live with the mantra “Only the Committed Will Survive”, and for me
to succeed I must stay committed to the desire to be the man I have now become. Throughout this journey I have heard several time the phrase "you never know where running will take you" and I can't say enough how freaking true that statement really is. For example, without running I would not be writing this blog in the hopes to pay it forward as the Fat to Finish Line crew did for me or met some of the nicest most inspiring people along the way. And I cannot forget the 11 strangers that formed a Ragnar Relay team and became more than friends, we became Sole Mates.
Currently I am hovering around at 171 pounds and have gone from a comfortable 48 waist to a snug
32
waist
and now wear a medium to large size shirt down from a 3X. Below is my latest comparison photo when I reached my goal weight of 173 pounds that I created for my
friend and Ragnar Relay teammate Katie Foster, who writes the very
inspiring blog Runs for Cookies. She asked to share my story and progress for one of her Motivational Monday posts on her blog. I now use it to
remind myself of how far I have come and that I will always be a "Fat
Guy" fighting everyday to be the best healthy fat guy I can be.
