I have two destinies in my life: my beautiful wife and my personal trainer. Destiny put me through the fitness ringer early this morning, taking me back to those harrowing high school basketball practises doing sprints and feeling like I was going to die.

I learned about running lunges (terrible things), burpees (ouch) and jumping stars (felt like Richard Simmons). I visited machines for the triceps, biceps, deltoids, shoulders and chest. I played with free weights in ways I never could have dreamed possible. Mostly I breathed heavy, yawned with exertion and exhaustion and decidedly felt my age.

In almost reaching the point of bringing up my meager breakfast, I was reminded of two things from my recent and distant past. About two years ago I helped Sean move his stuff into his townhouse, slogging through snow drifts in the cold, boxes filled with books and other things too heavy for words. He can accurately report that I had to lie down on the stairs in the house several times before lifting another finger. It also reminded me of my mountain climbing adventure in Peter Lougheed Provincial Park back in the mid 90's, when I arrived at the top and almost passed out from the lack of oxygen and fatigue.

Destiny was great, as she patiently waited for me to gather my strength for the next set of this, that and the other thing. Sweat poured down -- plop! plop! plop! -- creating a small puddle on the exercise mat as I struggled mightily to maintain my composure.

I am reminded that no achievement worth its salt comes without great effort. There is no question that the battle of this bulge is going to be a lot of work, at times unpleasant, grueling and painful. But my destiny is to one day become the slimmer trimmer me in my mind, so I shall press on....and try not to pass out.

January 9, 2010 - 204.8 pounds, 30.3% body fat


  1. When he asks you to do planks, kick him in the balls because you'll feel a similar abdominal pain in only a few short seconds.


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