“I always cook with wine. Sometimes I even add it to the food.”
– W.C. Fields
So, what started as a competition with Arnold as to who would lose weight the most, turned into a cooperative effort to get fit, and is growing into both a steady pace towards becoming a fitter me, as well as a revelation that Instagram, out of all my social media accounts, got me the most amount of followers in the quickest time. As a result, it has given me the motivation to keep going.
Sadly, I’m not the spry feller I used to be. Way back when I remember jogging 17-mile-road from Monterey to Carmel every week. Even way backer than that, I fancied myself a breakdancer, but where friends Jonathan, Eric and Arnold did ground work with windmills, head-spins and flairs, I took to the air with back-handsprings and somersaults.
(Note: TBH, their moves weren’t that on point, and I definitely was no Mary Lou Retton)
As for the present times, let’s just say I’ve let myself go pretty far…
So the goal then is not so much bring back my “glory” days. My motivation for fitness has changed from “for the ladies,” to “for my general health and well-being as a person.” I’m not trying to be the lean machine that I was before (wait, was I ever?). I just want to lose a good amount of pounds to weigh as much as someone of my height (6 feet 5 inches by the way if you’re wondering) and body type
via GIPHY (…if only lol)
So it’s been a little over a month now and progress has been slow but steady. But as I get more followers on Instagram, I get more motivated to get to my #weightlossdestination.
Tune in next time for my next post of my ongoing quest to fitness, where I try my best not to be this guy…