When i went into 9th grade i weighed over 300 lbs. After 4 years of marching band (hold your laughter) I graduated weighing 220 lbs of running and weight lifting beastuousness.. Band practice was essentially 3 hours a day of balancing exercises and intense cardio and drinking gallons of water. I stayed motivated for another 2 years after that, working out regularly and kayaking and what not... my motivating factor was... a new me. I wasnt tired all the time, women gave me the time of day, i felt amazing... Then i bought my first motorcycle and started going to bars every single night... Chili's and coors light has ruined me. I started working 60 hours a week and had no time to work out.. and the weight just creeped back in until one day someone called me fat. I just laughed it off because i was still egotripping about the way i was a year before. However after a quick look in the mirror i found the same disgusting loser that i was in 9th grade. I am doing my best now to eat very sensibly (bowl of oatmeal in the morning, 6" grilled chicken blimpies sub on wheat with water for lunch, and a reasonable dinner with plenty of vegetables) and excersise the way i know works for my body best (balancing/core, and cardio excersises, with some high rep, slow speed weight lifting) and im seeing the weight start to slowly drip away again. My new motivation is to be the good looking, hardworking/hardplaying, fun guy that i was before, and to never again look in the mirror and want to puke.. Stay on your bike... take up a weekend sport, buy a kayak, go for a walk. If you take your good health for granted then you wont notice its gone until it is too late.
Babe, its not a gut, its a gas tank for the sex machine.
Steve Martin Sucks