Flash back to each of my birthdays between when I turned 25 and 3 years ago. Each time, I felt older, weaker, fatter; like I was breaking down and everything would be downhill.
Flash back two years. I was about a month into Power 90 and 3 months into trying to eat less. I was down 20 lbs and feeling better, but I knew I had a long way to go.
Flash back one year. I'd been at the exercise thing for a year and had good results. For the first time in over a decade, I was feeling pretty good about my age going up a year. I was a graduate of P90x and I was about to finish Insanity, I was down about 35 lbs from my high and my motivation was high.
As the page turns on another year, I can't believe how good I feel. I'm now also a graduate of P90x2, Asylum, and 2/3 of the way through Body Beast and looking forward to Asylum 2. I push play 6 days a week, at least. I hit what I consider to be my bottom weight, down 60 lbs from my high of 215. I've added back a few pounds of lean muscle mass and I actually have some visible muscles.
A few short years ago I dreaded my birthdays. I was on the path to death. Now, at 37 years old, I'm in the best shape of my life and it gets better every day. I workout, I eat right, I have energy to play with my kids, I've been able to inspire a number of people to join my on this journey, and I love it. Age is just a number. What's important is how you feel on the inside. As I celebrate my birthday, I give thanks and look forward to another year of getting better.
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