You Can’t Out-Train Your Diet — Believe Me

Because I tried for 18 months straight

Image courtesy of the amazing artist known as J.J. Pryor

“Whenever I feel like going off my diet, I just go to my happy place. The snack drawer.”

Around two years ago I was a mightily hefty dude. I clocked in somewhere around 280 lbs at a height of 6 feet with relatively wide shoulders.

Or at least they would be considered wide in the conventional sense — if they weren’t as round as a cherub’s ass by that point.

You see, I let myself get rotund in my 30's.

Plump. Portly. Corpulent. Fatty, fat, fat-fat.

However you want to call it, I was uncomfortably larger than I had ever been before in my life. And as a guy that grew up damn skinny until he hit his 20's — that weighed on me.

*Warning — dadlike puns ahead.

Something snapped in me around that time, and I undertook some major life changes. I quit my high-paying career, went traveling for a long time, and starting blogging after a hippie friend of mine shouted “Write on, brother!” at me one night.

And just like a chicken, I started working on my pecs. And every other muscle. A lot. And here we are, 2 years later.