294 lbs.

I look in the mirror and don't recognize the person looking back. Feelings of disgust, sadness, and anger over come me. Where did I go wrong? Did I choose the wrong career? Fast paced, high stress, handcuffed to an office chair, always in reach of the phone. Was it my parents fault? Raising four boys is a feat for anyone, did our nutritional guidance suffer because teaching us how to live and love was more important, and why shouldn't it be? Is it the world we live in? Highly demanding, consumer driven, and money oriented. My personality? I am a people pleaser, I would rather give up an evening or even a weekend to help some one, than admit I need time for myself. Feeling sorry for myself and trying to find answers to all the wrong questions has stalled me for far too long. Dieting is hard, and diet success rates are far too low. It has become human nature to find the quick fix; the next get rich quick scheme, the easy way out, the trick diets, special formulas, or magic pills. It's time to put my head down and put in some long term, honest hard work. I'm not going to change who I am, or where I came from, but I can, and will, change how I live. I am not going to do it overnight, I'm not going to pay someone to do it for me. I'm going to do it right here, with small changes. You don't just climb Mount Everest, you practice climbing smaller mountains, you get in shape, you train your body for high altitudes and low oxygen environments, lest you want to set yourself up for failure. Every month I will make a small change to my lifestyle, not forgetting the month before, and month by month I will train myself to eat and be healthier.