The death of Mike's mom, (my second mom), another family member falling ill to heart disease, and my own creeping pain in my knees and ankles convinced me that it was time to start losing weight seriously. I want to be around to see my kid's kids, and it's very important to me.
I don't know if you've experienced this, but while I was at the gym tonight, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and was shocked at what I saw. I really looked awful. I can't believe I let myself go this bad, and gained this much weight. I think that when you start exercising, you finally can look at yourself honestly and recognize what you look like.
All this time I avoided the scale and the mirror and just attributed my tightening jeans to my poor laundry skills, but I've put on a lot of weight.
I stood there for a minute, in front of the mirror, and thought "Take a good look. You don't ever want to be this man again".
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