Let me rewind for a bit, you see I am a typical story you might hear on an infomercial about a weight loss program or exercise equipment. A person who has been fit before, but life situations take you down a path where it becomes something you ignore, and watch your abilities and health decline some. Until one day that decline became too apparent, and all too dangerous. Yet, it wasn't the fear of a life plagued by chronic illness or feeling uncomfortable about looking a plump, okay maybe more than a little. No it was something, that for me is far more terrifying, it was an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame.
So, what was the cause of this shame and guilt? Well, like is often heard in these stories I was not like a person that has never been fond of exercise, knew nothing about fitness, or had some debilitating injury. Nope, I just flat out had a habit of giving up, of finding external reasons I wouldn't work out anymore, of eating ridiculous foods I knew where no good for me, at times to an excess I will not admit to others just yet. But at least I did admit it to myself. Let me take it back one more time, see I fell, and I mean head over heels in love at a very early age. No, this isn't going to get sappy since I mean with something not someone. It was martial arts.
At the age of 5 in Dominican Republic, I saw for the first time some martial arts techniques thanks to two boys my brother and I were friends with. One day my brother who had already been watching re runs of the old Kung Fu television series for a year was literally obsessed with the show and martial arts took me to see them and was uber excited because one of them had been taking some type of Karate, wish I could recall the style. They were two boys, same age as us but a little bigger and rougher than us. The elder was the one taking the karate, and while it's hard for me to remember what happened I just recall him throwing a bunch of cool kicks at my brother to show off, and those kicks are burned in my memory. The rest is a long and tedious, but basically I began training at 8, and didn't look back since Earning two black belts by before I even left high school. I live and breathe martial arts. Even when I am not practicing or learning a new one, I am reading up on them, watching them, dreaming of them. Except for a few periods in my life when I wasn't training very often, and there have been three periods in particular where my weight spiked because of it. I call these my dark periods, the last one of which happened since about 2012 to 2014. When I can honestly count the amount of hard workouts, of any type that I did one one hand. Sure there were some feeble attempts here and there, but nothing worth taking credit for. During this time, I eventually ballooned to 245 lbs, and believe me I was not what some folks I know call diesel fat, where there are remnants of a time you were in shape. This was a free fall into absolute dietary chaos, and a sedentary lifestyle. Yes, there were things stacked against me, yes there were difficult times, yes I was tested, and I failed. Someone on instagram today posted a picture of himself after winning a natural body building competition despite a setback that required surgery and the caption resonated with me. The account is @tolumontana_fitness, and he said:
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