Growing up and even into my forties, I’ve always been a big guy. Some would say big boned, others would just tell me I’m fat. Either way, I’ve never had a mental image of myself as a lean guy, but I wouldn’t say I saw myself as fat either.
I went out for a nice run in our amazing central coast weather. It was a beautiful 68, light breeze and not a cloud in the sky.
When I first started getting serious about my weight, I had hit a high of 273, and just like most people when they see a number on the scale that sickens them; I made a decision that it was time to change. Not that I hadn’t made those decisions many times before, but this time, I DID change.
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