When I decided to begin changing my ways, it was around November of 2015. During this period of my life there were a lot of new changes happening, I was officially done with football which was my main love and passion and I was also going through a very tough breakup with my girlfriend at the time.
The reason for the break up was because she had feelings for another guy in my school and I just remember thinking to myself that if I could change my appearance that I would somehow win her back.
The first day that I got on the treadmill was the day of the breakup and I can remember that day like it was yesterday. I was only half a mile into my “walk” when I told myself that “this is stupid” and that it “was never going to work”, yes I said “walk” as I was so out of shape that I couldn’t even manage a mere jog. After about 20 minutes I had finally gotten that mile walk in and I was absolutely drenched in sweat. You would have thought I had just ran a marathon and for 220 pound Cole, it might as well had been one. Even though I was completely exhausted, I realized that I had just achieved something that I didn’t think I could do and I was honestly proud of myself.
I did the same thing the next day and the next and eventually, I reached the point where I could actually RUN a mile. However, even though I began to feel better about myself it wasn’t until I began to change my diet that I began to lose weight. I researched… man did I research.
Having to track the foods I was eating was a completely new concept for me. I started to control my diet and cut out all of the foods that I knew were bad for me. Fast food and soda were the first things to go. But as soon as I adjusted my diet I began to see the weight slip away. I had lost about 30 pounds within a period of 2 months and I had never felt better. Up to this point, losing the weight was a breeze. However, I began to lose some of my motivation.
I ate so much that I gained back around 15 pounds of the weight that I had worked so hard to lose. I remember ordering 5 McChickens and 2 Big Macs from McDonalds, eating the whole thing in one sitting and still wanting more. As I went upstairs to the kitchen to get more food, I passed myself in the mirror. What I saw wasn’t the Cole that had worked so hard to lose that weight.
I remember sitting there and literally praying to God to help me lose the weight. That’s when I realized that I wasn’t doing this for anyone other than for me. Nobody was going to help me. Sure, God could help but God wasn’t going to force me to get up and do something about it. No, I had to do that myself. I knew that I had always wanted six pack abs, so I told myself that I wasn’t going to stop until I had them. So, I continued my grind and I have pushed myself to where I am today.
I went from 220 pounds and hardly being able to walk a mile on a treadmill to joining the University of Cincinnati Triathlon Team and winning a spot to compete in nationals in April.
I still have moments where I fear of returning to the point where I was and although this fear makes no sense because it would take a lot for that to happen, I have struggled with wanting to put on weight and this caused an unhealthy relationship with food. I have gotten over this fear for now but I still battle with it from time to time and have nightmares of putting all that weight back on.
However, by doing this, your mind becomes the best personal trainer you will find. It will set your goals for you and provide that push you need to reach them.
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