The fat bastard chronicles #1

Most folks who know me well, recognize a duality to how I treat my body.

On one hand I'm very deligent about going to the gym and proud of getting consistently better results at the yearly Niagara on the Lake Duathlon.

On the other hand, I drink gallons of beer and eat so many wings, you'd think I was going to sprout a pair of my own.

But today I was at the gym and after another rigorous workout I stepped on the scale. I wasn't surprised at the number I saw. 234lbs.















Ouch.

Now to put this in perspective, when I started university I weighed a staggering 180lbs. That means that in the last 17 years (holy fcuk!) I've managed to pack on 54lbs and go from a pant size of 32 to 36.

So what's to be done? Well I can set all the personal targets I want, but until they are public targets I don't really have much incentive (other than avoiding diabetes, heart disease, etc.). You see everyone has to know my target for it to be real.

So here it is. By the end of June I will be 200lbs of mostly muscle.

I have a plan. And I'm here to share it..

• I will continue to drink beer and eat wings - but the wings will be restricted to once a week. All other food consumed in a bar will be salads or veggie platters.
• Not a single potato chip will cross my lips and I will stay away from junk food of all sorts.
• I will go to the gym every day for weights and cardio.
• I will go for an outdoor run 3 times a week.

That's it. I don't have any fantasies about being 18 again. But I do think I can be the best 35 year old I can.

Stay tuned for some unflattering pictures so you can follow along with my progress.