The Fat Guy At The Gym
I am in love with the gym again. It was not as easy this time. In fact, I truly hated going for the last couple of years.
Before the pandemic, I would workout seven days a week. Even at my worst, I would figure out a way to go to the gym for at least 20 minutes to clear my mind. I went to a small 24 hour gym where no one ever went so it was nice working out alone.
The the pandemic hit and everything changed with me. I lost my business. I ate a lot. And I just stopped working out.
Now, I am sure you are thinking what everyone does when I tell them this. Why didn’t you just walk around the neighborhood or workout at home. Well, because I hate that. I cannot motivate myself like that. But that is just me.
So after the pandemic, I had no desire to go to the gym. I was also morbidly obese.
At some point, I had to decide which is more important. Food or life. It is one of the hardest decisions for a food addict. I have not had a drink since 1996. I have not had a cigarette since 2002. I play fantasy football, but that is my extent of gambling. I only use medications that are prescribed to me and follow the instructions.
So food is what I abuse. I have every trait of being an addict. It is why I abuse food but it is also why I did workout hard, write consistently, and did everything I could for my work to succeed.
Anyway, I decided to go back to the gym about a year ago. My gym now is on the second floor of a huge strip mall. The first day I went, I went up the stairs….
And that was enough working out for that day.
I truly have zero patience for everything in life, but I also know that I have to workout slowly every single day to get back to where I once was. And that meant pushing through. So the second day I walked for two minutes. The third day, four. And kept going and going till finally one day this year, I am back to doing ninety minutes of cardio again.
My son is going to start working out with me next week. He is 180 pound with zero fat.. He does not look like he is thirteen at all. And he is only going to get bigger and stronger because he gets a lot of good/bad traits from me.
I am still the fattest guy at the gym. I do not care. Not at all. And when my son comes with me next week, I will still be the fattest guy at the gym. Once again, I do not care.
I just care that I am going back. I care that things are becoming normal again.
And that keeps me going every day.
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