I started having weight problems out of high school. Growing up, my usual day consisted of a 3 mile run in the morning, practice for whatever sport was in season, a few hours of basketball at the local courts, and ended with another run in the evening. I ate whatever, and looking back I understand why, there was no way I was going to eat as many calories as I burned. However, college was a rude awakening. I was no longer a star athlete, and found out quickly I wasn't even on that level of play. So why run? Why practice basketball for a couple hours each day when I was barely 6' and had next to no vertical? Why lift when I was only benching 230 while the other guys in my position were doing reps with 265? So sports became xbox games, and those became World of Warcraft and down the rabbit hole I went. I gained a 130lbs in seven years. It wasn't until my son joined a youth basketball team that I realized how out of shape I had become in the past few years. I also rediscovered an old love, sports, after finding out I could not play on a D1 level I quit even watching. They would always remind me that I could no longer play for a team, or at least that is what I thought at the time. It is strange to say that a few little league games added the motivation I needed, but it is true. I found out about the adult leagues at the Y, and although I am no where near the shape I used to be in, I have lost 15 pounds in little more then a month. I started creating a calorie deficit, eating smaller portions, and working out 3 times a week. It is hard to find time during the week with work, the kids, and other hobbies such as working on old cars. However, for the first time in years I look forward to stepping on a scale. That is my story thus far, and I hope to add a happy ending to it.
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