Return to the Iron.

Welp… 14 hour days took their toll, and I quit going to the gym. Not long after that, I stopped lifting altogether. My Diet of beer and pizza hasn’t helped any, and now more than a year later, I can say with all honesty I am embarassed to take my shirt off. It was painful to see more and more muscle loss as my gut expanded into beer keg proportions… (well not that bad) but I put on at least 4 inches of blubber in the waist area, and most of my muscle has shrunk and gone smooth. 

I can come up with a ton of excuses. We all know it’s bull cause there are no excuses. You either train or you don’t. It’s a way of life commitment give, or take the ocassional beer, or poptart weakness.

I just can’t go out this way. I am 43 now. That doesn’t mean I am dead. I know I’ll never be a pro bodybuilder but damn… this beer gut I have here is failure. Lets face it.. I not only fell off the wagon… but got run over by the next five in the caravan.

I gots no one to blame but myself here, and athough I have taken several giant steps backwards, I look forward to making progress once again.

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