Hello, my name is Zucharelli and I am a lardass. I may not look like one, but I will always be a lardass.
Two years ago I was living a sedentary life style, pizza, ice cream, cookies, chips, TV on the couch with a bag of Cheetos, winded when walking one flight of stairs.
One day, I got out of the shower, looked in the mirror and almost died. The FAT was disgusting, my member was hidden by rolls of lard. I could not look at the triple chin, I was a mess, disgusting and weighed in at 245 pound at 6'. My cholesterol was 230, I was on the verge of becoming diabetic, etc., etc. Most of my firends said I was a big guy, maybe so, but in my view I had become nothing but a fat lard ridden dude who needed to get a life.
I had wallowed in self pity far too long. My 40" pants were tight and the XL shirts barely fit and my shoes were even tight.
That morning as I looked in the mirror stark naked, disgusted and depressed there was something different, a glimmer of motivation has reared it's head. I don't know if it was really motivation or some deep rooted self preservation chemistry kicking in, but something took over and set the stage for a new outlook.
I began to look at what I was eating, well that was not too difficult and I was eating everything. I cut down portion size, and began to consume more healthy choices. I have to admit that part of the motivation came from friends who had started an office pool to see who lost the most weight within 30 days. I joined in and lost 12 pounds. At that point, I figured I would keep going but it became more and more difficult as the weight loss tapered off to just 1/2 pound per week and then sometimes less.
After a year, I was down to 218 pounds and became pretty impressed with myself. But I was still fat, still soft and still felt like a disgusting lardass.
One day, I was in town and saw a quaint bike shop. Hmm, I though that this might be a good form of exercise and I hated going to the gym and swore that I would never become a weight lifting brain damaged buffoon. So I purchased a road bike and began to ride. The first ride was barely 1 mile, I was winded, exhaused and my bottom was quite sore.
Over the next 12 months I rode and rode and began to become addicted to the fresh air, the time i had to clear my head and freedom of riding wherever I wanted. I continued to lose weight and eventually got to 205 pounds. The problem was that I was still flabby around the middle although my waist was now 34".
I signed up for a Century ride, jeez, 100 miles of torture, but what the heck it might be fun. On a whim, I hired a personal trainer and bagan to see him 3 days a week. I told the trainer that cyclist don't need developed upper bodies, just strong legs and core. He laughed at me and suggested that I let him do his job. Also, my weight loss had leveled off and I just could not lose weight at the 1800 calories a day I was eating. He explained to me that I was eating too little and starving my body into survival mode. My metabolism had slowed way down and my weight loss stabilized in an effort of self preservation.
We increased my caloric intake to 2100 calories with 18-20% fact. I began to work out with him three days a week. We did thrusts, squats, pushups and all sorts of exercises. Finally after a month we began to add light weight training. My weight increased by 6 pounds, I was pretty pissed. We talked and he said that is normal as my body began to buildi muscle.
Two months later, I had lost 4% body fat and inches, my clothes were loose but my weight was still teh same. Then all of a sudden, I was 3 pounds lighter, then 5, and then 10 pound slighter!
It has been over two years, I now weigh 195 pounds, my waist is almost 32" and my wife says I look amazing. I still want to weight 185 but the trainer says that is irrelevant. He is more concerned with body fact and out goal is to be in the mid to low teens. At 50 years old, I am told that the mid teens for body fat is ideal.
Mentally, I think I will always be a lardass. Everyone tells me that I am now fit, look great. my arms. legs, and body is "buff", and are pretty amazed at my transformation. My fear of regression to being a lardass if scary enough that I hope to never go back. The key has been healthy eating habits and lots of exercise. I have learned to love the soreness and pain that the gym provided, sick I know but it works.
Hello, my name is Zucharelli and I am a lardass.