Cleaning the house today and found a couple interesting photos of my late 20's. Some people wish they could go back... I NEVER wanna go back there.
At 27 years old, I was on my way out of this life. Almost 300 pounds, I worked 100 hour work weeks, ate terribly and never exercised. My eating was out of control and the 10 or more sodas per day weren't doing me any favors either.
The day I temporarily lost the sight in my left eye was the day I decided to hit the reset button. I changed my eating, drank only water and started exercising.
I went from a size 52 waist to a 28 in 9 months.
It took me almost a decade to put the weight back on as muscle. I was obsessed. By the time I was 38, I was 280lbs and jacked.
That kind of body mass, 5 hours in the gym a day, daily food intake comparable to a large livestock animal and heavy lifting almost killed me again. 10 years of that was all my body could handle. My joints and soft tissues were fucked. I had loads of injuries. My blood pressure was out of control.
I had to lean up.
At 48, I'm still ugly (you can't fix that) but I'm in the best shape of my life. Stronger, leaner and getting better every day. Thankfully the past is behind us. I'm never going back.