The Battle of the Bulge

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Yeah. This is me.

Well, not technically me, because this picture is not of my abdomen, but I can identify with it.





A food-fueled love machine.

Call it what you will, we all know what it really is.

Fat. Fatty, fat, fatty.

I didn’t used to be like this.

Actually, that’s not true completely true.

The year I turned 35, I was anticipating the birth of my second son. I was over 200lbs, and felt old. I had a 3-year-old and didn’t feel like I could keep up with him, activity-wise. I’d start to sweat if I pushed my son on the swings for 5 minutes. This was not the way I wanted to live, so I went to my local gym and talked to a trainer. I started working out with him, eating better, and losing weight.

By the time my second son was a year old, I’d dropped nearly 50 lbs and begun training for marathons. Eventually I completed 2 full marathons, several half marathons, and countless 5- and 10-K races. I was never an age-group contender, but was happy in my middle-0f-the-pack finishes. No matter where I finished, I was proud of my accomplishments. I looked at myself as a runner. As an athlete.

Fast forward a few years- stress from the job, the ravages of age and gravity have reduced my once-impressive physique to that of a stereotypical middle-aged man. (I can’t help but think of the Mike Myers skits on SNL). I find myself once again north of 200, eating poorly and spending too much time sitting on my rear end.

But that ends now.

It’s not easy to start working out again, but then again, very little worth doing is easy. It’s tough to have to walk before you’ve finished jogging a slow mile when you used to be able to run 10 miles without a break. It’s tough to find yourself gasping for breath after 5 minutes of activity when, not long ago, you could work out for an hour easily.

Tough, but it has to happen.

Fitness is a journey, not a destination.

It’s been a little over a week, and I can feel my endurance returning. I’m more careful about what I eat, and feel better in general. The tricky part will be maintaining this progress once I return to work (that’s another issue entirely!), but I’m confident I can.

Besides, I owe it to myself and my family.

(Cross-posted at


2 comments so far

  1. sean williams on

    Good for you! Remember you didn’t put on those pounds over night, it’ll take a while to burn them off (that’s what I keep telling myself). Consider being twitter work out buddies, we can push each other, I have a feeling when school starts again time will be an excuse for me. Maybe we can do some 5 or 10K’s together in a few months?

    PS- Was tempted but didn’t mention anything about “building a shed”

  2. Susan Young on

    Congratulations for getting back on track…again. Don’t we all know how to disappoint ourselves. It’s often harder the second time since you know how hard it was the first time. But, remember, you also now know how much more energetic you will feel, how much better you will sleep, and how your life will find a better balance. Each day, one decision at a time. Rooting for you!

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