Day 1
This is a famous picture, and it captures my image of where I want to be for the next 25 years.
I think the finest hobby a man can have is to be in the Boy Scouts of America. Helping boys learn to be leaders, to become self-reliant and find their calling in life.
But the reality is, I'm too heavy to make that happen all the time. I'm too fat to set the example of "To keep myself physically strong..." that is in the Boy Scout Oath.
Nothing reminds you of how old and out of shape you are like being around a couple of dozen bottomless eating-machines. I can keep up on an 8-10 mile hike, but I come in last.
While I'm sitting there recovering the rest of the evening, they are off fishing, running around the woods, and trying to wear themselves out.
Now, maybe Scouting isn't your thing. It isn't the purpose of this blog.
But it is my motivation to turn my life around, for them, for my wife, for my kids, and for me.
Per the BSA's medical form, I need to weigh in at a maximum of 239 pounds. Maximum.
Holy Mackerel, Batman.
Moment of Truth: 315
Fess up in the comments...how much do you need to lose? You don't have to tell us the starting point, unless you want to. It's a great way to help hold each other accountable.
