Four years ago today, something yuge happened in my life. Carrying a whopping 195 pounds on my 5’ 6” frame, I walked around the block.
Allow me to define “whopping”: In 1976, as a high school senior, I wrestled in the 132-pound weight class. (a photo and some powerful personal accountability content here)
The reality is, I’d become fat. Yes, fat.
Sadly, the top right April 2012 picture confirms I looked like Elvis in his final days.
But, the day after my walk around the block, I walked to a nearby intersection and back.
I then walked 2 miles the next day, then 3, then 4, and then 5 on some days. Before I knew it, I’d lost 43 pounds—and have kept it off.
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