As a married father of three, I could never quite justify (to myself) spending the time or the money on myself, even for something like my health. I was always the chubby kid and that transitioned into being the heavy guy. As a UFC fan, I always joked that at least I could fight at heavyweight. That changed Labor Day weekend 2017 when I stepped on the scale and weighed 267lbs at 5ft7. I made some little changes at that point; ate a little better and a little less, got a little more active. I lost about 30lbs over the next eight months. In June 2018, we joined the local Y as a family. I had a blast; basketball with my son, racquetball with my daughters, treadmill with my wife. I eventually started lifting, sometimes every day and sometimes once a week. I had no set plan in place, but at least I was finally doing something. I started eating a little more clean, though I still had/have plenty of bad nutrition days. The weekend after Halloween, I hit 199.6 on the scale and promptly celebrated by eating a whole frozen pizza. I've since been hovering around 210ish. Spent the last few days pouring over exercise/nutrition info and I'm ready to take the next step. Nutrition will come slowly (the holidays are here and I'm only human), but a workout schedule is a good start!