Each month that Venomous Cycle added 1 to 3 pounds of fat around my belly and sides. I remember feeling like, it wasn’t that I couldn’t lose weight it was that for some reason, I couldn’t beat this venomous cycle!
The Venomous Cycle hijacked my Self Discipline. Self discipline is simply: doing what I say I’ll do.
First my self-discipline broke down then I got fat, then I withdrew a little I was less outgoing essentially I was trying to hide my fat. You know I didn’t tuck my shirt in, I wore vertical stripe-shirts to make me appear thinner I wore darker clothes.
I didn’t want to go to the beach, I was withdrawing because I was trying to hide what I look like. Have you ever felt like this?
Feeling as though I couldn’t control my weight, I started focusing on other things I thought I could control WORK! That gave me the grand excuse of “I’ve gained weight because I’ve been so busy”. I didn’t gain fat because I was busy. I have to eat something to gain weight.
HAVE YOU EVER AVOIDED A BIG
PROBLEM IN YOUR LIFE BY
FOCUSING ON 'OTHER THINGS'?
Did the big problem ever go away by doing that? It didn’t for me, it kept getting worst.
Truth is I lost my mojo I was less powerful it bugged me and I thought about it a lot! And this is where all my avoiding excuses procrastinations came to a spare tip and I have to confront the beast.
My wife didn’t say anything with the intent to hurt me, what hurt is I realized she knew. My wife is my best friend and I know she would look past me wearing a size 36.
I didn’t want her to look past me! I want her to look at me! I also want her proud of me. That’s what I realized in that tin dressing room with a B I G mirror.
The veil had come off. No matter how nice my wife was about it, deep down I knew she saw me being a weak man.
HOW COULD I BE HER HERO, IF
I WAS BEING A WEAK MAN?
I decided right then I was not going to station 36 – on route to Fatville, USA. Meaning, I refused to go up to pants size 36!
When my wife knocked on the door with the size 36 jeans in her hand. I opened the door fully dressed ready to leave. She was looking into the determined eyes of her new husband.
Even though I was determined at that time I had no clue how. From wherever you are, you must make the same decision that I did. Your pants size or how much you have to lose doesn’t matter as much as the decision to not go up to a larger pants size.
That experience humbled me. It also caused me to realize that if it could happen to me, every man is vulnerable to the trap. That’s why, earlier I said I have more compassion for you and your condition than you could possibly imagine.
You and I are here on the same terms. Here’s what I did, I bought the ‘”Experts” stuff from cheap $40 products to expensive personal trainers, I spent thousands of Dollars. All of it seemed to be the same stuff just packaged differently.
Some of it “seemed to work” but nor for very long. Because of my business history I knew many healthcare specialists, doctors, chiropractors, homeopathic, naturopathic, personal trainers, elite athletes, I talked to them.
From them, I learned a couple of new things they were doing with their patients and clients. One specialist pointed me to a small study that fascinated me.
I dug really deep into this, because there was an observation by the researcher that gave me a piece to the puzzle that was as scary as it was exciting.
It was a piece of information that if it was true, then a lot of other things had to be untrue.
I TRIED IT, I LOST 6 POUNDS
IN A WEEK - NO EXERCISE!
Even though I did nothing the entire weight loss industry said to do. With all my study and all the programs I tried I got this suspicious thought the truth about how to lose weight had either been withheld or yet discovered.
I need to catch you up to why this thought came to mind...