One Clydesdale’s Journey

It’s mid May 2007; I’m overweight, out of shape and it’s time to do something about it! About 2 years ago I had been walking a lot, almost every day to be exact and I was starting to get in shape. But then I lost my walking partner (we lost our dog Venus to cancer) and it just wasn’t the same walking without her.

We eventually got another dog (Lucy). Okay it was actually 1 month later cause Shelly couldn’t stand being without a dog. I tried to take Lucy for a walk a few times, but again it wasn’t the same. That and she just didn’t really care if we went or not. And six months later we got Sprecher, but by then I was off the whole walking kick.

By this point Shelly was onto her triathlon kick and training several times a week, so it was time for me and the girls to get started on something.

Now in the interest of being perfectly honest with myself and everyone else, I’d love to tell you exactly how much I weighed at this point. But the truth is I was just a bit to scared to get on the scale for the first 2 weeks.

When I finally did have the guts to step on the scale…

It read 278! I was not too happy about that.

Now, given the fact that I waited 2 weeks before I got on the scale, plus the fact that I found out that our old scale was about 4 pounds off. I would have to say that I was unfortunately somewhere in the low 280’s before I started walking.

So I kept walking!

I also started to keep track of what I was doing on our calendar in the kitchen. Looking back on that calendar page I’m happy to say that I only missed 2 days in the month of June.

It was some time in June that Shelly got herself a bike which meant that I had mine back. So I figured what the heck, I’ll set it up for myself again and take a short ride.

Allow me to STRESS the fact that while you never forget how to ride a bike, it is a very shaky experience to get back on one after 10 years! But I made it down to the end of the block and back without falling off. I called that a successful day and put the bike back in the garage.

No need to get crazy that first time out!

Later,
John W.

A Clydesdale in training