I'm into day number seventy-five of my "fat experiment." I took a vacation at the end of March, and when I returned, I stopped working out. Period. After many years of consistent morning workouts, with a few missed days here and there, I simply decided to stop working out and watch the changes to my body.
The result - pathetic. At least an inch to the waist, an expanding jelly belly, and I'm not sure how much I weigh because the only scale I know of is at the gym, and of course, I'm not at the gym.
Why this madness? Because I wanted to attract heart disease, diabetes, gout, or a myriad of other ailments? I think not. Here's the deal. I kind of lost my "mojo," and I wanted to get it back. I needed a challenge, physically, but I wanted to show how fast the body can change, you know like those corny TV commercials with the before and after pictures.
So, in a few days, I'll get the wife to snap a picture of the "before" bod, and give myself 12 weeks to change. Hopefully I'll get my mojo back, and inspire a few folks to find theirs as well.
For now, would you pass the doughnuts?
