I have always been a competitive athlete. From elementary school all the way through my adult years I played baseball, football and lifted weights, but something happened. In my mid twenties I got married, started a family, and began the climb up the corporate ladder. In the midst of it all, I believed I didn't have time to take care of myself by eating properly and exercising; I had bigger priorities. I believe that is the lie we tell ourselves as we get older when our health seems to deteriorate and the weight starts to pile on. We seem to accept this lifestyle as part of the aging process like our best days are behind us. We live in the past by talking about the "good old days" and what we used to be, as if it's an acceptable rite of passage which feeds into that line of thinking. Well, who doesn't have a job, a family, responsibilities and priorities in their lives?
Living a healthy lifestyle has to become a choice at some point; just as it's our choice to work, get married and to raise a family. I remember when my defining moment came, about 14 months ago. I was lying on the couch at 305 pounds complaining about how bad my knees and back hurt, and about how I had no energy. My wife broke down in tears. She said she was concerned that I was not going to be there for her and our daughter; and that she was afraid that I might die. I had a choice at that moment to keep allowing life as I knew it to be my excuse or to invest in my life and others around me. I realized at that time that the decisions we make do not only affect us, but those around us. I got off the couch the next day and decided to do something, although I did not know what that something would be.