Something I have always wanted to do, since I was 12 years old and saw a picture of Arnold done up in full Conan the Barbarian warpaint on the cover of muscle and fitness, was work in a gym. At various times of my life, I have wanted to be a bodybuilder (mostly in my teens did I have this dream) a personal trainer, a gym owner etc. Even at my worst, or my unhealthiest, I have always had an interest in fitness.
It sounds funny to admit that, considering I have spent the last 14 years of my life over 200 lbs, at times WELL over 200 lbs, and much of those years, you could actually classify me as obese. I have had plenty of health issues over these years, many of which have been influenced directly from the added weight, and lack of fitness. Even in years where I did very little exercise, I have always remained interested in fitness, even if I was too lazy, or too indifferent about my own physical health to actually work to improve my own fitness level.
Going back nearly 25 years, I have often thought I would like to make my living in fitness. That feels funny to admit outloud, given my current state of health. Sure I have done great these last 6 weeks or so before I finally hit that point (250 lbs on the scale) where I said enough was enough and actually decided, REALLY decided I would not accept inaction or half hearted attempts from my self anymore. I have had so many false starts in improving my health and fitness over the last few years, sometimes even I didn’t believe it when I would say to a friend or family member that I was starting this program or that.
I honestly feel, in my bones that this time is different. This will be the time I see it through to the end. I know its not going to be easy, and I know that I won’t continue to see losses every single week forever. But it just feels different this time. Seeing that 250 lbs on the scale, 250.9 actually, on the same day my fat butt ripped the pair of shorts I was wearing was the final straw.
Late last year, while I was off on medical leave for the third time in 6 years from my job, with dangerously high blood pressure, I admitted to my wife that I would like to become a personal trainer. Instead of laughing at me, she fully supported it. She was all for it. Encouraged by her reaction, I gave her a little more details of what I would like to do. I would like to concentrate on training people both online, and at home. Whether that means, I go to their home, and provide the equipment, or they come to mine. Again, she backed this idea 100 percent.
As my health turned worse, this dream became, like it often has with me, just talk, and was put back on the backburner. I put the thoughts out of my mind again, and just returned to my job and went about my daily responsibilities as a husband and a father, and eventually, my weight climbed to the aforementioned 250, and my waist to 51.5 inches. Now that I have started strong, and have put together 6 strong weeks of not missing workouts, eating better than i have in 15 years, and simply not accepting excuses from myself I am once again thinking of pursueing those long sought after dream thats started nearly 30 years ago, making my living in fitness.
Now, I know its not going to be easy. I plan to pursue some Personal trainer certifications, and a nutrition certification as well. I will have to pursue these certifications while maintaining my fulltime job, my normal day to day responsibilities, continuing to workout, etc etc. I figure I am looking at a couple years of working my regular job, and work on this other stuff on the side. But life is too short to do something that you don’t enjoy. I work in IT and I haven’t enjoyed IT for nearly a decade. I probably have 20-25 years of working left. I simply cannot continue spend it doing it something I merely tolerate. I will talk about this stuff more as I work out a plan, but I told my wife a few weeks ago, when I get home from Vegas in October I am going to start looking into self study certification options.
I figure I will have to put in a year or more to get my level of fitness to where I want it to be. A year or more of adding up day after day, just like I have been doing these last 6 weeks. I have danced this dance before, and I know the “honeymoon” stage will end, and it won’t be as easy for me to combat that little voice that tells me to eat that junkfood, or skip this workout. If I hope to make my living in fitness and or wellness I will need to look the part to have any credibility. I am looking at it as something I will work on the side for a few years, or however long it takes to establish myself, and build myself to a point that I can take it fulltime. As I said, life is simply to short to continue working in a profession that I can barely tolerate anymore. It’s time I start working towards following my dreams, and living a life I am excited about, rather than something that I dread.