Fuck Your Title – Redux

This is going to be a somewhat interesting post to write, but bear with me.  Two years ago I wrote a post outlining my transition from fat kid to “not-quite-as-fat” kid.  You can read the aforementioned post here, for fucking nostalgia’s sake.  I don’t know if I ever really followed up on that post as time went on, but I figure since we’re on the second anniversary of that revelation – I might as well do it now.

In April of 2013 I began my journey to get healthier.  I invested in weights, started watching what I ate, and started being more active.  The results were insane:

You can see where I was at in May when I started, Fatness Everdeen.  Two months later I had lost around 20 pounds and was creeping steadily towards my goal weight of 200 or under.

Now, I hate the gym, generally speaking.  I mean let’s be real, I hate the general public, so the gym just naturally falls in line behind that.  I bought weights and a home gym and all that jazz.  Watched what I ate, cut out soda, all the really simple shit you can do.  I rode the fucking piss out of my bike.  Worked my way up to 25-30 miles per ride.  Yeah, two hours on my bike pretty much every other day if not every day.  It worked out fucking great, I loved every minute of it.  But then disaster struck…

My bike broke down in September, that’s the blue line.  I acquired a fucking awesome AutoBike from Mike at some point, and that bike and I rode at least 200-300 miles before it broke down.  The derailleur ended up getting bent to hell, and the sprockets were cracked.  I took it to a repair joint in New Hartford and they couldn’t do anything. No replacement parts were available, I was pretty much out of luck.  I was beyond upset about the whole thing.  Borderling depressed, as crazy as that might sound.  It was as if I attributed my success thus far to that bike.  It made me stop riding, but tried to keep my momentum going.  But the issue with that bike left me defeated, it broke my spirit, so I began to slide back into not caring again.

As you can see, I continued to lose weight through to the end of 2013.  But at the beginning of 2014 I began the painful slide back into gaining weight.  I gained back almost all the weight I had lost, which just made my mentality worse.

At some point in 2014 I wanted to re-capture the mentality that drove me the previous year.

Leading up to 2015, I started hiking regularly and going for walks.  I didn’t have a bike to ride still, but I had to make do with what I had.  You can see I started losing again, but then another fucking defeat:

Daylight Savings Time.

By the time I got out of work, it was dark out, and I couldn’t hike up at Mount Hope or walk around Verona Beach.  That led to the painful gain/loss cycle that kept me at the same weight that I’m at now.

Being that today is the second anniversary of that first epiphany, I feel motivated again to get back to where I was, and hopefully reach that goal of being under 200 pounds by the end of the year.  I’ve got a long way to go, but with this new found inspiration and the data to prove that I can do it – I think know I’ll be fine.