As I left you in part one, I was in a pretty poor state. I was 34, 320 pounds, and I had been diagnosed with an extreme blood pressure event and congestive heart failure. Since I was still up and mobile, the doctor decided to start with drug treatments to clear out my lungs and get my blood pressure to a reasonable state.
I remember him saying that if the fluid didn’t clear on the drugs, I’d have to go in to the hospital. The fluid cleared.
I don’t remember taking a day off of work.
Early December of 2017. I was picking up Heather from her CrossFit gym. While she finished up the last of her workout, the owner of the gym approached me about a “new years new goal” thing.
For $100 bucks, I’d get daily access to the gym and a meal plan to follow for 3 months.
That gym owner had sponsored my daughters’ softball team for 3 straight years. I knew I wasn’t in the greatest shape, but I figured I owed him. So what the hell.
First thing was a meal plan date. I sat in a room with about a dozen and a half other folks talking about meal planning. Some folks were hardcore athletes, basically looking to bulk up and grow muscles. The rest were normal ‘trying to get fit’ folks. Folks that weren’t out of shape at all, but wouldn’t mind looking for a bit more than your standard “New Years Resolution.”
Then there was me and two others. We were the Bigguns. I was still over 300lbs but the other guy made me look small. He was 6’8″, and probably 360lbs. His wife made up the last of our group. Topping out at 5’4″, she was near 225lbs at least.
We had a long road.
To be continued…