I can not let my procrastination get the best of me.

Here I am, exactly 6 months after talking with my son’s and my wrestling coach. I’ve lost 30lbs. Yay me. Too bad it’s nowhere near where I need to be right now. I am going to have to take drastic measures if I am going to be able to wrestle heavyweight this upcoming March, April and May at 286.5lbs. I weight around 350 right now. Math and the way we lose fat dictates that my life is going to be miserable the next 4 months if I am to be where I want to be.

Back to the whole, “I am wrestling again!” thing.

That’s right, I have started wrestling again. There’s may reasons at 39 years old why I do the things I do. I have a 17 month old boy (yeah I know) and I have to be healthy for him. I do not want to die from a heart attack. I want my son to have a father growing up. I also have a 16 year old that is a hell of a wrestler and I want to be able to roll with him and not be tired after 2 minutes. We make each other better. I make him stronger and he makes me faster.

The next two weeks will be spent finding a gym where I can pay to force myself to work out. In the meantime I have committed to doing something to keep my ass accountable to everyone that believes in me, from my family to my Coach and Team USA member Aaron Johnson. I will be recording my workouts I do in a journal and on here for everyone to see.

This is my journey and I hope you are along for the ride. It will be unadulterated and real. I’m going to be cutting my caloric intake significantly and working out 3-5 times a week or more. I have 4.5 months to reach my goal weight. I don’t know if it’s healthy or not, but neither is the way I’ve been living. I’m not in terrible health yet. My blood pressure is borderline high, my glucose is borderline high, my feet and back hurt.

It’s time I took back my life and make sure I am here for my family for the next 40 years.