Updated: Jul 10, 2020
Everyone usually has a beginning and an end. My story just happens to have two beginnings. One more recently, with FSRCo. The other about 10 years ago when I started my weight loss journey. I felt compelled to put into words what daily grind I went through to get to my current state. Let me preface this story with complete and utter honesty. I am blunt and a very straight shooter. I am far from perfect and have made many mistakes along the way. Those mistakes become fuel for keeping me going on the grind.
When I walked off the football field at Delaware State University after defeating Caesar Rodney I had one demon facing me. I had just finished a perfect season and I was a state champion. In my mind all I could see when I took off the pads and stared at myself in the mirror was self doubt. Was I going to fight to try and become a collegiate football player or would I cave?
I have always been overweight, and always struggled with weight loss. I was always told by my family that it was ok. That I would eventually lose it all. That night, while looking at my fat, overweight body I realized that I could not let that demon terrorize me. I had to fight it, and fight it I did. I started a year long journey where day in and day out I battled. There were days when I wanted to quit. There were times when I would consider sneaking in a snack, but then I would look at the picture of my previous self and think, do I really want to go back to that person? Do I want to hate what I see? After 13 months of perseverance I had lost 150 pounds.
Then as I got comfortable with my weight, I started to slack off. I found myself in a spiral of constant battles between losing and gaining. I let myself slip away again and again. That leads us to the second beginning. I had been working at the fruit stand for about four and a half years and I had begun to get fat again. I realized it one day when I took a picture with my team that I needed to make yet another change in my lifestyle.
I had to begin to challenge myself both mentally and physically this time around. I began to read ways to change my lifestyle and ways to help lose that nagging weight. Nothing was working. Then, three people came into my life and gave me a new perspective. Megan (Meggo as we all love to call her) taught me about the ketogenic lifestyle and how I was going to use foods to become my fuel. Meggo taught me to love myself, to only care about what was going to make me happy, and grow into a healthier version of myself. Then there is Jimmy and Q. These gents that got me back into my love, running. They challenged me, day in and day out. Each week pushing me to progress. Pushing me to get a better time, and to get that extra 10–15 seconds off my pace. I still have a long way to go, but every day I see them put in the work, my drive gets that much stronger. I am now happy to say that I am down 55 pounds and counting. Below is a picture of me at my heaviest.
My story is one of struggle and perseverance. We all will go through things that are going to test our mental fortitude. Sometimes we need to take a real look at ourselves in the mirror and realize that we can always take the easy way out. Some days are going to be a grind. We have to embrace those hard times because they are going to help mold you into the person you are looking to become. I will leave you with a quote from one of my favorite runners David Goggins “Everybody comes to a point in their lives when they want to quit, but it’s what you do at that moment that determines who you are.” I hope just reading about my struggles and triumphs will provide someone the power to push themselves to be their best self.