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Your Options Are Clear: Procrastinate Or Start
“Don’t you ever feed him?”
It was the kind of question people asked my wife frequently because I was so skinny. Then, when my wife became pregnant with our first child, I outpaced her weight gain two pounds to one.
In all, between our wedding day in June 2001 and the end of 2007, I gained 65 pounds.
By then, I never slept or felt well for a number of reasons, but the weight and my diet were major contributors to both.
Going back a bit, when we moved into our first apartment, my wife really wanted a treadmill. I wasn’t into running at all. I had a physically demanding job, so I got all the exercise I needed at work. We purchased the treadmill and it promptly turned into a convenient coat rack.
In late 2007, when I was at my heaviest, I plugged the treadmill in for perhaps the first time since we moved into our home in 2004.
I think I “ran” two miles that day.
Up went the miles and down came the weight. I’d taken drastic measures to improve my work situation and my dietary habits.
On three separate treadmill runs, I cleared 20 miles. The effort forced me to think about what else in my life I had been avoiding and what other challenges I was too afraid to tackle.
