A Quest For Fitness, One Step At A Time: I'm never drinking again.

Man, I've been fighting those hangover binge urges all day today. But, I made it this far. Now I just have to convince myself that lifting seems like a good idea. Ugh. It doesn't. I think I'll take (another) nap and see how I feel once the ibuprofen kicks in. I've got nothing interesting to say right now, so I'll update this pathetic excuse for a post later.

Goals

Goals are a means to an end, when in reality there is no end to this. Physical fitness is a quest for perfection, and as such, it is an endless, brutal, destructive, painful war that will never be won. I have made lists, updated triumphs, but have come to realize it is a meaningless sense of gratification to acknowledge how much closer you have come to perfection. Indeed, I strive for that perfection, I want to look in the mirror and see the years of suffering, blood, sweat, and pain... all to achieve the satisfaction of knowing it will never end, and that I can always be better. One day at a time, I will become better. I will fight every small battle as if it were the last battle, and through that, my achievements will manifest themselves both mentally and physically, and you can take from that what you like.

The Reason

Well, I thought about making this a post all in itself, but I figured this would be a much more convenient way of documenting my own story, and it allows me to go back and edit if I see it necessary in the future.

I'm a twenty year old college student, currently attending THE Ohio State University. For most of my life I have been an overweight, unfit person. In High School, I played many different sports but for some reason my body didn't really respond to all the exercise/activity. Honestly, I've always been a big guy, I started growing at eleven. Even now, standing at 6'5 and 240 pounds, I don't show much sign of stopping. I don't really mind how tall I get as long as I don't go above 7 foot, but these past few years have been pretty rough on the ol' midsection. College is a DANGEROUS place when it comes to weight gain, and needless to say my body really flew off the deep end. I was able to salvage my Freshman year in the last winter, going from 220 to 190 in three months, but by the middle of Sophomore year, I was right back to where I started. About mid-February my Junior year, I stepped on the scale and I was completely shocked. 240 pounds. The most I have EVER weighed. I knew it was time to change things. One of those biggest changes had to be my eating habits, and just as importantly, my mental toughness. I went into my pantry, threw away almost everything I had, and spent the next two hours looking at the back of packages in the grocery store. On top of everything, I was given a weight bench the previous December, so I decided to dust it off, set it up, and get to work. Even though I have just started, I feel committed and to my goals in a way that I have never felt before.

I want a lifestyle change. I want to feel healthier, be healthier, and help others to achieve their own personal fitness goals with my successes. Besides the public accountability, my goal for this blog is to provide a resource for anyone who is looking to take the first step into a healthier life both physically and mentally.

I will add more to this later, but for now, I hope this give you a rough picture concerning my history, and the reason why I am here now. Good luck everyone, and thanks for reading!

A Quest For Fitness, One Step At A Time

Friday, February 27, 2009

I'm never drinking again.

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A Quest For Fitness, One Step At A Time

Friday, February 27, 2009

I'm never drinking again.

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