In the last few years ice put on about fifty pounds. Basically I added dirty percent to my buddy weight. I’m actually risky down with adding half of it, totally a good thing as I used to be extremely thin. Hide-and-Seek consisted of me turning sideways. Really. I could pull my diaphragm so far into my chest you could feel the back side of my bottom two ribs. I used myself as a medical anatomy model for my wife.
My only real concern is that most of the weight I’ve gained is sitting on my belly. That’s the male heart attack special right there. I’m going to start doing crunches and pushups every night, minus one break day when I’m not feeling it per week. Every day I’ll write the number down on my calendar, with the goal being 200 crunches and 100 pushups. Seems like a good goal.
Tonite I clean done floor space in my den and getting going on this shit. At a later time I’ll add a trainer for my bike for some good cardio. As much as I hate physical exertion, there are some things I want to do just got braggings. I want to ride the STP. I want to run the Torchlight Parade. I want to die of something better than congestive heart failure or diabetic complications.
(Before picture to be added soon)