Back in February I got on a scale and did not like what I saw. It was also around the time I found this forum on the internet where people discussed losing weight. In this forum people posted progress pics, completed goals, and the community is supportive. I was intrigued by the many posts I saw of people 3/6/9/12 months later. I got addicted to looking at these posts everyday, reading the stories behind their victories with weight loss. I became motivated to start my own adventure.
I calculated my Body Mass Index and used that with my weight loss goal to determine how much physical activity was needed and how many calories a day I could eat in order to achieve my goals. I got it all laid out, I downloaded smart phone apps and picked my workout plan: Couch to 5k.
Tools I used:
- LoseIt FAQ – To figure out BMI and Workout plan
- Couch to 5k – Workout plan (scroll down on link to find it)
- RunKeeper – Tracking runs/walks
- MyPlate – Tracking calories (chose this over MyFitnessPal b/c of the UI on the iPhone)
I started C25k (couch to 5k) following the workout strictly. I was fed up with relying on food to make me feel better. After a few weeks I got to the point where I ran a full mile without stopping. I haven’t done that in 10 years.
I got to where I was running 2.5 – 3 miles every other day as I prepared to run in the Pat’s Run on April 20th. I had a lot of ups in doing so, I felt like I couldn’t be stopped. I found so much self worth, I was proud of my achievements. April 20th approached, I had friends who planned to run the race with me. I was excited to finally do a physical activity with someone, that I had worked for.
One week before the run, all of my friends bailed. None of them would be able to make it. I’ll be honest, I felt betrayed, hurt and alone. I had spent the last two months literally running my butt off, (I had lost 25 lbs by then), and now I had no one to run with on the day of my goal. I nearly canceled the run for myself as well. With the encouragement and love from my wife, (which honestly kept me going through all of this), I kept my goal.
April 20th came, my parents dropped Taryn and I off near ASU so I could line up with thousands of other people to run 4.2 miles. As I stood in that massive crowd, waiting for my turn to start the race, I heard many people say “Its ONLY 4 miles”… Only four miles? Those four miles meant so much to me. Hours and hours spent working to get myself to even stand among that crowd. Its amazing how much something can mean to someone, and nothing to the next person. My goal was to run just a 5k (3.1 miles) so I was happy to get to that point without stopping.
I started the race, the first mile was much longer than I expected, but by then, I got into a groove and did not let my self stop. The uphill came, my feet kept jogging, not walking, but jogging. Mile 3 loomed ahead and an older guy in his 50s runs up next to me and gives me a look and a thumbs up, then continues on. That gave me a renewed vigor to keep going. I past the 3 mile mark, coming to the 4th mile I see my beautiful wife standing on the side looking for me to cheer me on. I ran within feet of her, excited to have not stopped. I pushed forward, finishing the 4.2 miles without stopping once. I was so elated, so sore, and just bewildered at what I had accomplished.
The next few days I took it easy. I had pushed my self so hard my body hated me a little. I took this goal completion as a chance to celebrate. I overate my calorie goals, I stopped running. Eventually I lost motivation, summer came, and I fell right back into my old eating habits and only running once every two weeks.
I am so happy for that experience. For once I finally took control of body and made it do what I wanted, rather than fulfilling the cravings. But now I look back with regret, because I stopped. I was so focused on the C25k goal, that once I achieved it, I was done.
I want that fire to burn in me again. The fire to take control, to prove to the world that I am more than just “the big guy”. Whether or not they think it or not, psychologically I need to prove it to them. I am Devin, an intelligent, fun loving, nerd, who wants to be fit.
I want to be fit physically, mentally, financially, spiritually, and emotionally. Here is to making that happen.
Note: I published this without proof reading. Please let me know if there are any glaring mistakes, where I don’t make any sense. Thanks