Imagine you have just arrived in a tropical paradise. The palms trees are swaying, the waves are lapping onto the beach, and the pure white sand is glistening in the sun. The temperature is 87 degrees and the trade winds are blowing a refreshing breeze.
After an amazing two weeks, it is time to go back home. But you have your memories recorded on a digital camera. The excitement builds as you download the pictures onto your computer, and the first thing that happens is that you see a picture of a fat man, belly hanging over his swimming trunks, sitting in a lounge chair at your resort.
Then reality sets in as you realize that fat man is you. Has that ever happened to you? Well, after the depression lifted, I decided it was time for action. But could I find success? So I began walking for 45 minutes every day. This went well for awhile but after about three weeks it seemed like I hit a wall. And I began to gain the weight I had lost in the beginning.
It seemed like success had eluded me once again. One day, while dreaming about nothing and sitting on the couch eating Doritos, I happened upon an infomercial. It had this guy who was absolutely ripped with huge muscles. I rolled my eyes and said ‘yea right.’ But something clicked within my head and I knew I could find success!
But the first hurdle was my wife. For years I had been making excuses looking for that miracle pill, that miracle diet, or that miracle piece of equipment. You know what I’m talking about. My wife told me that she was not interested in buying another program that would just set on the shelf in our basement.
For some time she had encouraged me to try a workout program that she was using. I asked her if I could achieve success with her video would she buy me the workout program I wanted for Christmas. She said yes. So the challenge was on!
Day after day I would work out for 20-35 minutes, and I was beginning to see real results. I was excited that I had finally stumbled upon a strategy that was working. Success was within my grasp! But the inevitable happened and I hit a wall once more. But this time I had accomplished my goal.
Christmas morning there was a small gift-wrapped box that contained the treasure I had worked so hard to earn. January 4th I began the 90 march toward the success that I had only dreamed about. The first week I lost 6 pounds, then 4 pounds, and I continued to lose between 1-3 pounds each week. And guess what? I didn’t hit the wall that had prevented me from success in the past.
After 90 days, I had lost 26 pounds, 4 inches around my waist and hips, and felt better than I had in many, many years. My dream is to continue on the quest for success.
Oh by the way, you may be thinking this guy is probably 35 years old, and a little bit overweight. Well I am 56 years young and began the journey at 280 pounds. My goal is 210 pounds by the end of this year.