Have you seen this man?
If you’ve only known me during my professional life, the picture at right probably makes no sense to you. It is clipped from a recent Facebook post of a group picture during my senior year in high school. I look scrawny, bordering on gaunt. I was prolly around a buck-sixty.
As the years have gone on, I’ve, um, blossomed to a robust 285. While the first twenty were muscle packed on as a collegiate swimmer, the rest are … not. I recently found out that’s ten pounds more than the apex my father hit– and I’ve always considered him fat.
While I’ve gone on diets before, a couple weeks ago, with April’s help and support, I hit a tipping point and embarked on some major lifestyle changes that I believe may well stick. For that reason, I’m contemplative about how I got here, and anyone who is a glutton for detail or who might be in a similar position can get the full story after the jump. Read the rest of this entry »
I have horrible feet and ankles. I don’t mean that they’re particularly ugly — but even when I was in shape, I’ve always suffered from foot and ankle pain and a tendency to sprains and twists.