Some realities I have been facing after my wieght loss.

This is my personal blog about weight loss and now the work that comes after keeping the weight off and setting goals to stay on the path of a healthy life style.  I started my last journey at 400+ pounds, I started my current journey at 195 pounds, now almost 2 years later I weigh 243 pounds.  I have been working towards making a bigger stronger me.  I eat the right foods ( oh I slip, I just don’t get carried away) and I still maintain almost daily work outs of some sort.  I am a new dad and my schedule falls apart randomly as any parent knows but I make an effort to keep on track.  It’s not easy but I want to be there and be in good shape for my son as he grows so I have to stay the course.

With the efforts of putting on more muscle I have obviously gained weight.  I have gained almost 50 pounds in the same time it took me to lose 205 pounds.  Every pound gained is unsettling.  About every 5, hell sometimes once a week, I ask someone if I look like I am gaining the wrong weight.  I have a measuring tape and I keep close track of my measurements.  My brain still lies to me and tells me I am gaining the wrong type of weight.  I stand in the mirror and eyeball myself from the front and the sides, is my stomach more pronounced?  Is it water weight, have I done enough cardio this week?  Holy crap I have to stop eating whatever food I ate that isn’t normally in my diet plan, it made me look pudgy.

I was told once that I may never know what I look like due to having seen myself over weight for so long.  Recently I almost had to be convinced to go to a church function due to my outlandish concerns about how my stomach looks.  I know my church folks as one of the least judgmental groups of people I hang out with but I could scarcely get over my own warped views of how my body should look.  I went, pictures were taken thankfully, you know how I looked?  Like a dude swimming, nothing more nothing less.  It is a huge struggle on some days but if the last five years have proved anything to me it’s that God made me a fighter and with his help I will make it to the other side of this.

I know I am not the only person out there going through this.  I have friends of all types of different ages, races, sexes and weights that all deal with this struggle.  We work together, assure each other and hold each other accountable if things are askew.  It isn’t perfect but it sure helps.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and have a wonderful day, may God bless you in all you do.


The big race is a month away!

The Race for Freedom 5k is getting closer and I personally am jazzed.  Thus begins a favorite time of mine, a straight up media frenzy. Hashtags go out, billboards get lit up (we digital up in this mutha!), interviews happen on radios, commercials happen all up in the TV and the sosh meeds get crazy.  What motivates me is the driving force behind this.  Bringing the problem of sex trafficking to the light.  To let these people they are not pieces of meat to be sold or used and those that perpetrate this crime that their activities will not be tolerated.  I like the reminder of why I run this race and why I am passionate about getting the word out.

A little about my progress.  My schedule has been changing on the fly and making it hard to get all three runs in on top of my weight training schedule.  That being said things are going well and I am getting consistently faster, slowly but surely.  I will be taking my long Saturday morning runs down to the mileage of the race next week to prep myself for the distance.  The heat has been the usual opponent so I have been keeping a keen eye on hydration.  Speaking of hydration, how do you stay on top of proper hydration?

Thanks for reading my little blog.  Always remember through God more is possible than you can imagine.  If you’re looking for the right time to start, it’s probably right now!