I came across a couple of pictures of me from 2001:
Note the ugly white cap, checkered shirt, and hoodie over a polo shirt. God, I really was your stereotypical fratboy-type (at a school with no Greek system, no less). But also note the 40 fewer pounds on me.
These photos are my motivation to work out every day. I have been working out every day (except Memorial Day, when the gym closed at 8pm and I was too busy sleeping all day to go), but I don’t think it’s going to be enough. I have decided to make a very drastic move to help me lose weight: I am cutting beer out of my diet.
This may come as a shock to many of my friends, as I consider myself a beer connoisseur. Or a lush. Either one. I promise, this will only be temporary, to give me that extra push. When I go to a certain favorite bar of mine and ask for a water, my friendly neighborhood bartender says “we don’t serve that here” and gives me a beer. So maybe it’s time for me to re-think my priorities.
So long, beer. It’s been a blast. See you real soon, I hope.