After my sentence at West Point ended, I went home and became the lazy person I always wanted to be. For six years, I worked out almost every day and ate generally well. When I took off the uniform, I also got rid of my routine and became lazy, which was amazing. I ate what I wanted and didn’t work out as much. That lasted for about six months at which point I tipped the scales at 230 pounds. I weighted 230 freaking pounds. I never thought it was possible for me to weigh that much. I guess that’s what happens when fast food runs at 2300 a couple times a week catches up to you. Needless to say, I needed to change my lifestyle because 230 pounds was not the place I wanted to be.
I’m going to pat myself on the back for this because I’m feeling proud that I have come this far but I know that I have so much more work to do to get back into shape. This morning, I weighed in at 189.2 pounds. From November of 2014 to today, I went from 230 pounds to 189.2 pounds. I’m finally starting to feel good again and it’s all because I stopped being lazy and became a bit more active in my lifestyle.
Next stop: 180 pounds. Here’s to the next goal, cheers!