Denial. If you look it up in the dictionary, it means disbelief in the existence or reality of a thing. When it comes to what my weight had grown to, I was in the strongest case of denial ever.
All through college, it was always my goal to weigh at least 200 pounds (I weighed a whopping 140lbs when I was 16 and didn’t gain that much more going into my senior year). I worked out five days a week and did the protein/creatine thing. I was in great shape. After I graduated and started my career, the time I had to work out lessened and I saw myself gaining a little bit of flubber in areas I wasn’t used to. When I was deployed in 2005, it gave me the chance to resume my college workout schedule, where I was working out twice a day when I could. I did a combination of free weights and a workout program called CrossFit, which is the staple of my workout program today. Being a little older, I had gained muscle and weighed 205, which was the most I had weighed, but I was very lean and very content with my body weight and physique. Returning home, I continued to work out on a pretty frequent basis, but I had justified that as long as I was working out I was entitled to eat what I wanted.
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