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It all started when I called my friend Brian a fatass...
He is, well, was. I wasn't joking. But the next day for some reason I felt bad about calling him that. Why, I do not know.
I have a little thirft store on my mail route. And as I was walking towards their counter to deliver the mail, I tripped over a scale they had for sale sitting on the floor. Nothing major, small little stumble. But I looked at the scale, and decided to see how much I weighed. I hadn't stepped on a scale since my military days. Back then I was 180-185lbs all the time. A lean mean killing machine. I looked down at the scale I was standing on and my heart sank.
241lbs.
From the time I got out of the Army in 1999, I had become a fatass.
Instantly I joked with the customer that the scale must be off, and carried on with my day. But the number 241 stuck in my head the rest of the day. Had I really gotten that fat?
Couple days later I decided to weigh myself again. Full of pride and cockiness, knowing that the scale previously must have been wrong, I stepped onto the new scale.
241lbs. FML.
I couldn't use denial anymore. I had become what I hate. A fat slob.
Later on that night I was at the store, in the isle with the golf equipment. Somehow, some way my eyes fixated on a product called "The Perfect Pushup". Instantly I was reminded of how I used to knock out pushups in my Army days, and for some reason decided to spend the $20 and buy it. When I got home that night, I opened the package, put the two devices together, and then just set them on the counter.
What if I can't do pushups well anymore?
I spent the rest of the night playing WoW or TF2 until bed time. But on my way to bed I saw the devices. "Aw hell, lets see how many I can knock out, I'm still a tough guy".
I did 11. And it hurt.
I didn't sleep much that night.
About halfway through my route the next day I decided I had enough. I talk tough, heh, ask anyone at Icrontic and I'm sure they can tell you a few times I told someone I would kick their ass. Now it was time to be tough.
I started doing 100 pushups per day with the perfect pushup. Sometimes 10 pushups ten times a day, sometimes 15, then 5. Taking breaks when needed. The first few days I didn't really have a routine. I just did them.
Then I decided to follow the routine included with the perfect pushup product. It had me doing 10 pushups. Rest. 8. rest. 6. Rest. 4. Rest. Lastly 2. That was 1 set, also 20 pushups. I did this before work, as soon I got home from work, after dinner, and then the last 40 pushups I just do randomly throughout the night.
But that wasn't going to help with the weight. I started walking faster while at work. I stopped stuffing my face 3 times per day and started eating 4 small meals per day. I quit drinking soda and just drink unsweetened tea. If I have a beer at night, it's only one.
From the day I was 241lbs I have lost 22lbs now, with 4lbs in the past week. My goal is an even 200lbs. I am 6'1".
I WILL NOT BE A FATASS. I will be a lean mean killing machine.
He is, well, was. I wasn't joking. But the next day for some reason I felt bad about calling him that. Why, I do not know.
I have a little thirft store on my mail route. And as I was walking towards their counter to deliver the mail, I tripped over a scale they had for sale sitting on the floor. Nothing major, small little stumble. But I looked at the scale, and decided to see how much I weighed. I hadn't stepped on a scale since my military days. Back then I was 180-185lbs all the time. A lean mean killing machine. I looked down at the scale I was standing on and my heart sank.
241lbs.
From the time I got out of the Army in 1999, I had become a fatass.
Instantly I joked with the customer that the scale must be off, and carried on with my day. But the number 241 stuck in my head the rest of the day. Had I really gotten that fat?
Couple days later I decided to weigh myself again. Full of pride and cockiness, knowing that the scale previously must have been wrong, I stepped onto the new scale.
241lbs. FML.
I couldn't use denial anymore. I had become what I hate. A fat slob.
Later on that night I was at the store, in the isle with the golf equipment. Somehow, some way my eyes fixated on a product called "The Perfect Pushup". Instantly I was reminded of how I used to knock out pushups in my Army days, and for some reason decided to spend the $20 and buy it. When I got home that night, I opened the package, put the two devices together, and then just set them on the counter.
What if I can't do pushups well anymore?
I spent the rest of the night playing WoW or TF2 until bed time. But on my way to bed I saw the devices. "Aw hell, lets see how many I can knock out, I'm still a tough guy".
I did 11. And it hurt.
I didn't sleep much that night.
About halfway through my route the next day I decided I had enough. I talk tough, heh, ask anyone at Icrontic and I'm sure they can tell you a few times I told someone I would kick their ass. Now it was time to be tough.
I started doing 100 pushups per day with the perfect pushup. Sometimes 10 pushups ten times a day, sometimes 15, then 5. Taking breaks when needed. The first few days I didn't really have a routine. I just did them.
Then I decided to follow the routine included with the perfect pushup product. It had me doing 10 pushups. Rest. 8. rest. 6. Rest. 4. Rest. Lastly 2. That was 1 set, also 20 pushups. I did this before work, as soon I got home from work, after dinner, and then the last 40 pushups I just do randomly throughout the night.
But that wasn't going to help with the weight. I started walking faster while at work. I stopped stuffing my face 3 times per day and started eating 4 small meals per day. I quit drinking soda and just drink unsweetened tea. If I have a beer at night, it's only one.
From the day I was 241lbs I have lost 22lbs now, with 4lbs in the past week. My goal is an even 200lbs. I am 6'1".
I WILL NOT BE A FATASS. I will be a lean mean killing machine.
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But in the meantime, I'll make sure to press my luck
Oh, and awesome work <s>Fat</s>LeanerCat.