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Yoyo Brett Favre and his re-re-return to football...now last shot at glory corrupted?
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#558631 added January 3, 2008 at 10:40am
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Weighing In
Today, the official weigh in. I will head to the YMCA and step on that scale. I haven't weighed myself there in over a month, since I started playing basketball on a pretty regular basis. I had finally cracked 270 pound barrier (274 actually). I'm hoping that I've already dropped below that dreaded line.

When I was in high school, I barely broke 6 feet tall. I was underdeveloped up until I was 16. That's when I realized girls were finally noticing me. So, I started to hit the weights, and in a very emotional way. I had a lot of angst as a teen and started funneling all my frustration into sports.

At home, I had my weight bench and weights. But, we had a community center with much more that was free to all. I played basketball there. My obsession was so great, I would put in up to 8 hours a day with pickup basketball. I never got tired. By the time I was 21, I was exercising constantly. I did wind sprints up and down my street at 3 in the morning. Instead of getting tired, I'd get high.

One problem, though. I didn't know the proper tecniques and just put a lot of energy into my workouts. I probably did a lot of damage along the way. But, my body was very well defined and I had a motor that wouldn't quit. It fed my ego. And it was quite the reward, considering my anonymity in high school.

I would feel some shame over the years for a narcissistic period. But, I've come to realize I would just misguided and hungry for attention. My old man had been hard on me. It felt good to be out from under his shadow. But, he still would not recognize me as I matured. I was further pushed to prove my worth. It was futile.

By the time I was 25, I finally got into a long term relationship. My lifestyle began to change, and my eating habits, too. I still played basketball, just not as often. I'd go back to the gym as a part of my yearly resolutions. I stopped frequenting gyms and exercise regime by the time I was about 30.

I had a career as a professional broadcaster from my late 20s to early 30s. This lifestyle led to a lot of sleep deprivation, poor eating habits, and nearly no exercise. Fortunately, I have been blessed with some great DNA, so for the most part, I did not suffer. At 6'2", I weighed about 205 at my peak physical condition. By the time I got out of the media biz for better paying work in the retail industry, I had peaked at 230-235 pounds. I had seen my waistline go from a size 32 to 40 in that time. But it didn't stop there.

Retail work as a music store manager meant long hours. I was a salaried employee and I had more sleep deprivation and poor eating habits to contribute to my physical fiasco. I rounded out at around 250 for the next 10 years. I dropped once to 235 when I did a summer of overnight work at various stores throughout the company chain. The weight would come right back on, and more.

By the time I was too blind to keep up with my work, I routinely weighed in around 260. Mind you, my outward physical appearance doesn't show these weight gains so easily. People just see me as broad and muscular, where I used to be lanky or wiry. Even doctors who gave me physicals said I had a big build, justifying the extra weight.

My cholesterol was measured periodically. From the outset, it was high, but each year dropped more and more as I changed my eating habits. My blood sugar was always good, despite the history of diabetes in my family and high blood pressure. I did not suffer from these symptoms. Yet, I still indulged in sweets. I knew I was tempting fate. I've since cut back, knowing my luck will run out if I keep it up.

So now, I'm preparing to make this weight loss goal a reality. I prepare to weigh myself and take some other measurements into consideration. I'm hoping to count on these muscles of mine to burn fat. I could remake a pretty impressive physique that will help burn calories and carbs. I've learned I have it easier than more who don't have the physicality that I possess. Time to harness it and make it work for me. By the way, I'm 46. I hope it's not too late to slow the sand slipping through that hour glass.

Yoga two times a week for the next four months for sure. I can play basketball everyday for up to two hours, except weekends. I need to work in some activities with the kids. I know sledding would be a good one -- pulling the sled uphill with the kids. I'm hoping the increased play will help my energy level, which has bottomed out with the kind of health problems I struggled with this past year. Hopefully, there won't be as many setbacks this year as there was last year.

Okay, time to go weigh myself and kickoff my 2008 Lose Weight campaign.


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