I don't blow my own trumpet very often, but the other day I was scouring my hard drive for photos and chanced upon one of me from 2008. Horrified doesn't even begin to describe it. I've noticed a few posts of late from people who have said they are losing motivation... well, I just hope this post helps motivate at least someone.
The pic on the left is me in 2008. Aged 43, pushing 25 stone (158kg), unfit, I always joke that I got out of breath running a bath but that's not far short of the truth. 5XL shirt, 46" waist trousers, looking about 11 months pregnant...
The pic on the right is me today (26th September 2020). Aged 55. 13 stone 9 (86.6kg). This morning I ran 9km. XL t-shirt, 36" waist trousers. About 10lbs to go before I reach the upper range of "healthy weight" for my height, still a bit of a belly, but hey, it comes to us all in late middle age.
Approaching my 50th I had a routine check up from my GP, and had the finger wagging, high BP, pre-diabetic, morbidly obese. Went on a diet, lost a lot of weight, then for reasons I won't bore you with I fell off the wagon. March 2019, I got back on the wagon, weighing 133kg, 18 months' hard work later (I'm not going to pretend it was easy), well, you can see for yourselves.
I was always Mr No Willpower... but hey, if I can do it, I'm sure you can.