39 by 39

On July 15, I turn 39 years old. As I ponder what I hope life looks like as I age year after year, my ideas and goals are shaped in light of this hope. What do I hope for? I want to run, jump, climb, crawl, and play with my son. I want to play baseball in the yard with him like my Dad did with me. What if he doesn't like baseball? We'll worry about that later. This is all about hope.

One thing I know is that even though I am in the fitness profession, I weigh more than I want to weigh. I'm 5'9" and I weigh 215 (the last 5 are courtesy of the post Wyatt diet). Yeah, I can hold my own in terms of strength, but I'm not a NFL running back and I don't need to carry the weight. I can't move as quickly as I would like and I just don't feel as comfortable at 215.

So, what am I saying? I gotta have some motivation; a challenge. So, starting March 15, I have 4 full months to lose 39 lbs. by the time I am 39 years old. 39 by 39. That would put me at 176 lbs. Honestly, I don't have to weight 176 lbs. to be happy. If I hit 185 I would feel great.

When I've mentioned how much I want to lose people look at me like "huh?" If a visual of the 180 lb. me helps to see that I would not waste away, look at the picture. This is at age 26 and I definitely wasn't a waif. Too far to go back? I don't know, but I'm going to give it a shot.