It all started with a t-shirt

I never thought I’d be writing a blog. I’ve read a couple of ‘em, some interesting, others funny, I just never thought any of them would be written by me. The whole purpose of this blog is to keep me on track. About two years ago I began to really get into weight lifting. I was in the gym 5-6 days a week for almost a year, and eating 6-7 small, healthy meals throughout the day. I was a bona fide gym rat. I wasn’t built like a bodybuilder or cut up, but I had a pretty good build going on and felt great. Towards the end of my year long gym membership I went from 5-6 days a week to 2-3, and a few months before my gym membership expired I wasn’t going at all. Shortly after I left the gym my meal plan went out the window, I was eating healthy just not a lot. After that I joined a local Mixed Martial Arts gym and for 3 months I went to a 2-day a week beginners class and loved every minute of it. I stopped going in august because of school and money and for the past five months I haven’t been doing any exercising and my diet has been terrible. I keep telling myself I’ll start to run/weight lift/go back to MMA, but it’s always no time, no money or some other excuse that really boiled down to a lack of real motivation. That all ended a few days ago when my girlfriend and I went to a friend’s house to hang out with them and my brother. Now I had come from work and had to change before going over there, and the shirt I picked out was one that I hadn’t worn in a while. It just so happened that this particular shirt was bought when I was lifting weights and going to the MMA gym, so when I bought the shirt it was fitted on me and I looked pretty good in it. Well when I put the shirt on to go to my buddies house it was a shock to the system. I mean, I knew some of my shirts fit a little different on account of some weight gain and loss of muscle mass, but I wasn’t expecting anything like this. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but to me this one simply said: you gotta be kidding me

So I decided to cut all the BS and get in shape. Sure, because of money I can’t go out and get a weight set or join a gym right away, but running is free and so is the ‘fitness center’ ( ha, nothing but a room with a couple treadmills) at my girlfriend’s apartment complex. So here’s the deal: I always start these things with the best intentions but have some trouble holding my feet to the fire. So since me and my girlfriend are expecting a baby in mid-June, I’ll use that as a deadline. I’ve decided that I will run for 5 hours every week until the end of June, after each session I will write about it, keeping track of my progress and what I eat, and every week I will post a picture to keep me motivated. At the end of June I’ll post a before and after picture and hopefully see some real results.
27 weeks, 135 hours of running, eating healthy and feeling great.
And here we go.