Yes, I am in pain. Not enough to deter me from my goal - but enough to have me accept reality. Although in my head I am still a smart, capable diver with a 29 inch waist and 42 inch chest living in 1980 - time flies.
When you take off your shirt and take photos - it is hard to hide what 30 years away from the diving board will do. The waist slowly expands - the muscle definition starts to wane (I am being nice) and the beer, wine and rich food takes its toll.
I think the photos will ultimately be good for me. It is a bit difficult for me to look at them now - as the photo evidence over rules whatever fantasy world you can hide in. If I were looking to start training for a marathon or road race - it would not disturb me nearly as much. Hurling myself off a One and Three meter springboard is a different story.
For better of for worse - here is where I am on this day. I hope to God that things progress well and I can start seeing some progress in my waistline and my weight quickly. I am ready for the hard work - but I am a creature that likes to chart my progress along the way. I really should have taken a picture of my daughters face when I told her why I needed these photos. She may rethink supporting me in this quest. Here we go - hopefully I can laugh at these photos as months go by......
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