By Blake Hasenzahl
Game N’ Train Corespondent
November 2012. I was a staggering 350 pounds at 6-foot-4. I was content but depressed, and overall not a happy person.
I had one friend to my name and was as lonely as a human can be. I sat, alone, playing Black Ops II with my best e-pals on my 24th birthday.
See, I’ve been overweight most of my life. Since the day my parents got divorced. I was 11 years old. So for 13 years I had been heavy—more than half my life.
I always had a plan, too.
“Tonight, I’m gonna eat as much as I want and start a diet tomorrow,” or, “It’s Friday, so I’ll gorge this weekend and start Monday.”
Yeah, that worked really freaking well.
So I put off weight loss and overall health. I worked my mundane job, ate my fast food, drank my soda and did my exercise with my Xbox controller.
I wasn’t always out of shape during those times; I played baseball, football, basketball and anything I could. I loved sports. I still do, but I was usually the slowest and least athletic.
I woke up on December 5th (the day after my birthday) and something just kinda clicked for me. I’d had enough. I was done. Fu****g done.
A week before, I got a part-time job that required a lot of walking and labor. Sad, I know. But the fact was I was getting paid to exercise. Why not take advantage? So I decided to go all in.
Or so I thought.
As I said, I thought I knew how to lose weight. The thing is…I didn’t. I ate Subway and salads loaded with ranch dressing and thought I was doing something. I wasn’t.
I was scrolling through Netflix one night and saw a documentary my friend told me about called Fat Head. I sat down, watched it and realized what I was doing wrong.
Carbs and calories.
The enemy. The kryptonite to my weight loss. So I did what any normal person would do. I got rid of them.
In seven months I’m down 100 pounds. I went from a XXXL to an XL (sometimes L) and a size 48 pant to a 38.
People ask me all the time, “How did you do it?”
It’s simple at the end of the day. A healthy diet and exercise. But that’s an entirely different story I’ll talk about later.
Stop wasting your life away. Become self-motivated. You have to push yourself.
You see the advice everywhere: it takes hard work and dedication. There’s a reason people say that. It’s true. It’s hard. If it was easy, everyone would do it. You have to find your drive. Find your niche. Once you do, go as hard as you can.
Don’t quit, don’t take it easy on yourself. You’re only hurting yourself. If you’re like I was, you feel sorry for yourself, newsflash; nobody feels sorry for you. It’s your own fault, you have to step up and do something about it.
Sitting on the couch eating chips is awesome. I’m not going to lie and say I love jogging at ten o’clock at night. I don’t get off on swimming laps, lifting weights and running. It’s f**king hard. It is.
But to me, it’s worth the time, pain and sweat.
I’m happy now. I still struggle heavily with self-esteem, but it’s a process and I’m getting better at it daily.
You need to set goals, but, please remember, it’s a process. This isn’t a quick fix. It’s not a patch. You have got to understand this takes time.
That’s what my weight loss journey has taught me. It’s a process. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and I didn’t lose 100 pounds in a day either. But I’m happier than hell I did.
TL;DR: stop making excuses and get busy, you won’t regret it.
“I’m very self-motivated and driven to be a great … and I realize that it took a lot to get to this point and it’s going to take even more to stay at this point.” – Aaron Rodgers, NFL MVP.