I’ve fought the battle of the bulge all my life. My earliest childhood photos show the early stages of my spare tire. I jokingly tell people that I’ve lost over 300 lbs. I’ve never been severly obese, I’ve just lost the same weight over and over again. The proverbial yo-yo.
In late October 2003, I weighed in at a flabby 250 lbs. I decided to get in shape for my 50th birthday in September 2004. I was wildly successful. By my 50th birthday, I was down to 180 lbs and for the first time in my life, the love handles were gone.
After my birthday, I decided to go on a slow, clean bulk. It worked pretty well for about six months but I slowly slipped back into my old habits. By April 2005 my training had dwindled to a once per month thing. By July 2006, I was right back where I started.
On July 30, 2006, I looked in the mirror and was stunned to see a fat old man once again. I couldn’t believe I had let myself slip so low. It was enough to immediately send me back to the gym and get me started on a clean diet. Most people only go through one body transformation. I’m lucky enough to get to do it twice. The good new, if there is any good news, is that I learned a lot the first time around.
I am currently back down to 225 lbs and my strength is higher than it’s ever been. I was down to 220 before Thanksgiving 2006, but the holiday season, combined with a 7 day cruise around the Hawaiian Islands, put a bit of a stall on my progress.
About a week ago, I decided to get very, very serious about the diet. I am determined that the last traces of love handles will be gone by summer. This time, they will be gone forever!! I’ve learned my lesson.
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