So this is a tough post to make today. Not so much in writing the words or typing, but the fact that I'm puting this on the blockchain so that I can be held to some level of accountability for what I have to say.
The back-story
Like many people, I used to be in good shape. I was an athlete well on my way to high-level college and possibly Minor League baseball (How that fell apart is a different story for a different day). I played pretty much every sport you could play and excelled at most (I could never shoot a basketball to save my life, though).
I had a 6-pack, I was popular enough, I am smart enough where things looked like it was going to be easy for me.
But then things changed.
I lost my shot at baseball in my late teens and went into a period of alcohol addiction, where I wasted my 20's. I was also in a relationship where our main comfort was eating tons of food. It was a bad combination. I went from being 190 lbs to over 300 lbs.
I was able to end the relationship and was fortunate to grab control of my life again, losing a bunch of weight and getting down to 215 lbs. I was running and training for half and full marathons, and I felt fucking great.
That's when I made a decision to move from St. Louis, MO to take a travel job in Texas. Great for the pocketbook, but not so much for staying active. I didn't know anyone and didn't know where to run, so I stayed home and played video games instead. That combined with the new job that has me driving most of the day, well, it turned out to be a disaster. Most of the food I can find in small towns are complete fried crap.
I didn't realize how much weight I had really put back on until I saw some pictures from the meet-up 
This Week
So my job is a Home-Health Physical Therapist Assistant. I go to people's homes and help them learn to walk, or get stronger for surgeries, or help them learn how to balance again. Since it's home-health based, 98% of the people I work with are relatively healthy, there's no real worry that anything is grossly wrong.
Monday the 17th, I wake up to a text informing me that one of my favorite patients had passed away. That felt like hell. Tuesday comes around and I show up for an appointment to find that a 2nd patient had passed that morning. Again, it was like a punch to the stomach. Wed and Thursday went by and Friday, I learn that a 3rd had died.
3 in one week.
3
So What?
Last night, I was having the Minnow University radio show with 
It's time to get off my ass, get back on the damned platform and get back into shape. (I also need to point out that 
So that's what I'm doing today. I'm making that commitment to change, starting with losing the weight that I had gained, with other changes that are brewing as I write this.
The Plan
I'm going to use Steemit to track the progress while I go, so it will be right here for everyone to see. As far as workouts, I'm going to get back to what worked wonders for me before, which was a combination of DDPYoga, Running, Dumbell Weights, and of course, the diet.
The diet will be the hardest part, but I'm thinking that I can make Keto work with my job since I will not have access to work, but I should be able to find small stores that sell meats and cheeses to get me through the day.
So, The Numbers
Weight: 280
Goal: 210
And here's a nice little graph with my measurements..
There you go.
Each day, I plan on writing a little something about the journey and what I did well with and what I didn't do so well with, follow along and join me if you wish. It could be a lot of fun.
TL;DR
I whined about being fat, I'm going to stop being fat.
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