I’m going to die, probably “before my time,” leaving my wife a young widow.
This is the revelation I had recently. I am, you see, morbidly obese. At 377 pounds, I am a prime candidate for a heart attack or other life-threatening medical event if I do not substantially improve my physical condition. So I joined a gym.
Friday night, 22 January, 2010, I weighed myself and proceeded to the gym my wife and I had chosen. I had a light cardio workout and scheduled an appointment for an orientation session on Sunday. I kept that appointment and had a productive workout. Fifteen minutes on the bike, followed by a session with a trainer focusing on my arms. He gave me three bicep exercises and three tricep exercises. Then another fifteen minutes of cardio, this on the treadmill.
I go back Tuesday morning to learn some exercises focused on my legs and then we’ll schedule a session to learn exercises for my torso. This pattern was suggested by the trainer, to avoid following my arm workout with a chest workout, since the arm work inevitably works the shoulders and chest a bit.
So… the vital statistics. Married, mid forties, six foot-three and three hundred seventy-seven pounds (BMI = 47.1) at the start of this program. Let’s see where this goes.
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