Tough man
Grrrrr! Raaaaawr! Beeeeeffffcaaaaake! I flex my muscles and the walls convex, trying to move away out of fear. My air conditioning kicks on cuz it's gettin' hot in herre! The synthetic fibers of the carpet underneathe me have melted and curled after experiencing my intense aura.
Ha. Sounds just like me doesn't it? NOT. But I really am trying to lose weight and tone up a considerable amount. This is something I have always wanted to do, for a decade even. I began to gain weight when I entered puberty (fairly early) when I was 9. I not only grew up, but out, as my body stored anything and everything to aid in my rapid growth. My height increased over a foot and a half in 3 years between 4th grade and 7th grade...to a whopping 5'7" (sigh). My weight of course substantially increased, but I had put on about 40 pounds too much according to my required physical exams for school.
Weight was always something on my mind in middle school and high school, but not a priority. I was TERRIFIED of taking my shirt off around girls, especially in gym class when we had to swim. The prettiest girls in the school happened to be in my gym class sophomore year, and here I was with a massive spare tire around my waist with various stretch marks on my love handles and biceps. I wanted to lose it but my mindset was "I am soooo big! (about 185lbs) How could I even start to lose the weight if I can't work out for more than 10 minutes in the first place without passing out from exhaustion?" So I never worked out more than gym class required me to. I was quite surprised though once... it was my junior year. The STAR basketball player Jeremy Gibson was in my class. I mean this guy was GOOD. We were told that we were going to run a mile for class that day and I decided, "Okay, I'm going to do my absolute best and see what kind of a level I am at; having not worked out....like...ever?"
I set my eyes on Jeremy, the 6'3", slim, muscular African American star basketball player. If I could at least stay within a football field's distance of him I knew I was okay. This was my goal. Last lap. I had lost focus on Jeremy and was just running my heart out, staring down at the pavement in front of me trying not to pass out. I hear some shoes swiftly contacting the ground ahead of me. I looked up and there was Jeremy not 20 feet in front of me, sweat pouring off his face. I had a new goal...beat Jeremy! The final turn was coming up and I put forth a burst of speed and caught up along side him. He looked at me and said in a puzzled tone, "Kody?". All I did was smile and began inching in front of him. Both of us were running full out now and I was keeping up with him. "You're not gonna beat me!" he let out. Oh how he was mistaken. I took the race by 2 feet.
Anyways, back to present. The most I have ever weighed is 198. I lost 20-25 pounds during my first year here in Manhattan (January 2005 - December 2005) mostly because of not eating. While Becky was gone to Africa I lost another 5 or so, and since Becky and I started having questions about the relationship and ultimately the breakup, I have lost another 5ish simply from stress. But this has led to something. I needed some kind of motivation to get out and exercise. Now I have it. Tonight will be my 3rd time running in 2 weeks. I usually shoot for 20 minutes to run my 1.8mile loop. The first time it took me 18 minutes without stopping or any break whatsoever. The last time I took off 3 and a half minutes and finished just under 15. I WILL DO THIS.
Ha. Sounds just like me doesn't it? NOT. But I really am trying to lose weight and tone up a considerable amount. This is something I have always wanted to do, for a decade even. I began to gain weight when I entered puberty (fairly early) when I was 9. I not only grew up, but out, as my body stored anything and everything to aid in my rapid growth. My height increased over a foot and a half in 3 years between 4th grade and 7th grade...to a whopping 5'7" (sigh). My weight of course substantially increased, but I had put on about 40 pounds too much according to my required physical exams for school.
Weight was always something on my mind in middle school and high school, but not a priority. I was TERRIFIED of taking my shirt off around girls, especially in gym class when we had to swim. The prettiest girls in the school happened to be in my gym class sophomore year, and here I was with a massive spare tire around my waist with various stretch marks on my love handles and biceps. I wanted to lose it but my mindset was "I am soooo big! (about 185lbs) How could I even start to lose the weight if I can't work out for more than 10 minutes in the first place without passing out from exhaustion?" So I never worked out more than gym class required me to. I was quite surprised though once... it was my junior year. The STAR basketball player Jeremy Gibson was in my class. I mean this guy was GOOD. We were told that we were going to run a mile for class that day and I decided, "Okay, I'm going to do my absolute best and see what kind of a level I am at; having not worked out....like...ever?"
I set my eyes on Jeremy, the 6'3", slim, muscular African American star basketball player. If I could at least stay within a football field's distance of him I knew I was okay. This was my goal. Last lap. I had lost focus on Jeremy and was just running my heart out, staring down at the pavement in front of me trying not to pass out. I hear some shoes swiftly contacting the ground ahead of me. I looked up and there was Jeremy not 20 feet in front of me, sweat pouring off his face. I had a new goal...beat Jeremy! The final turn was coming up and I put forth a burst of speed and caught up along side him. He looked at me and said in a puzzled tone, "Kody?". All I did was smile and began inching in front of him. Both of us were running full out now and I was keeping up with him. "You're not gonna beat me!" he let out. Oh how he was mistaken. I took the race by 2 feet.
Anyways, back to present. The most I have ever weighed is 198. I lost 20-25 pounds during my first year here in Manhattan (January 2005 - December 2005) mostly because of not eating. While Becky was gone to Africa I lost another 5 or so, and since Becky and I started having questions about the relationship and ultimately the breakup, I have lost another 5ish simply from stress. But this has led to something. I needed some kind of motivation to get out and exercise. Now I have it. Tonight will be my 3rd time running in 2 weeks. I usually shoot for 20 minutes to run my 1.8mile loop. The first time it took me 18 minutes without stopping or any break whatsoever. The last time I took off 3 and a half minutes and finished just under 15. I WILL DO THIS.