My dad has been fat his whole life. He was made fun of, tourmented, and ridiculed.
The lineage of the lard was passed down to me, his only son. The same strife he faced in his childhood, I faced. I would get made fun of at the pool, standing there next to my fat Dad, with my lovehandles flopping over my shrink-wrapped bathing suit. The kids would compare me to my father and urge me to eat up and carry on the tradition.
Finally, on my 13th birthday I had had enough. Picked up my fist weight on Sept. 6th 1996 and haven’t stopped since. The sad thing was, as I kept lifting, my dad kept eating.
My father’s waist reached a startling 47 inches.
Now, with my leaving off to college my father reached a point of self-disgust.
He had run out of excuses.
He asked me to help him. So, with the same weight set that I started my lifting life, he would now start his.
This was a month ago. He has been lifting, eating, and thinking like a T-Man for the past 30 days and loving it. He is now experience what all of us felt when we first started. That sense of pride, that caveman energy.
I would just like to thank all of you. Not just T-mag, all of you, for helping me and my father on our way to bigger and better lives.
Oh definatley his goal to get his waist down 4 more inches by october 6th. That’ll get him to about 39. After that, we’ll reavaluate his goals and switch up his program. Oh, yah and the man is 52 years old!
Watts: Can your dad call mine? He’s pushing a 52" waist, one brothers at 38%, and another at 40" (I clock in at 32, but was up at the 36+ range before I saw the light).