Guest Blogger Luis Bueno
Perhaps the word has crossed your mind when thinking about a challenge you’ve mulled over.
Can I run a marathon? No way, that’s impossible.
Can I run 10 miles? Certainly seems impossible.
I want to lose weight but it feels impossible to do so.
For years, I felt that way. Anything difficult, anything worth fighting for, seemed out of reach. Improbable to attain. Ain’t gonna happen. Downright impossible.
Mentally and physically, I was stuck. I wasn’t just in a rut but a gorge, a canyon with steep, insuperable cliffs. When I hit 30, I weighed more than 300 pounds, and any hope of changing that had vanished somewhere in my 20s. I was used to being heavy – although I ballooned beyond the dreaded 300-pound barrier only a few years before hitting 30. More than being used to it, I was comfortable. Physically of course I was not – a simple walk up a flight of stairs produced heavy panting and beads of sweat on my forehead. But mentally and emotionally, I had accepted myself and my obesity.
I wanted to change but it seemed… well, you know the tune.
However, in early 2006 something changed.
On the surface, I was okay with being obese but somewhere deep down inside, I wasn’t. Somewhere, that part of me that wanted to change, that was desperate to change, finally spoke up, finally shouted loud enough to make me listen.
My wife also heard, and in March 2006 she encouraged me to look into a personal trainer at the local gym. Our daughters were six months and two years of age at the time, and the thought of setting the wrong kind of example began to creep in. I did not want them to […]