End of an Era

Three years ago I was 255 pounds, as your readers know, and since I couldn't live with myself anymore I made my way to the gym in the complex were I work. Fortunately this is a well equipped gym with very good trainers who don't mind sharing their hard earned secrets to a slim and toned world.  Upon entering this world I began to look at my self and how I got to this point, which took a great number of years and careless but epicurean indulgent ways.
As I had been a chef for many years and had enjoyed success as well as the great foods of the world, indulgence was the key to a palate which rivaled that of a painter of fine art. That as they say is that. So in many ways I had worked hard for my girth and I felt that even at the cost of my health that I was a living work of art. In that respect in the culinary world it was my place to seek out and be intimate with the all the subtle and exotic flavors of the world. But then there was the end of an era about 10 years ago and I said goodbye to the professional kitchen.
Unfortunately I held to my portly ways and keep my chefly figure for quite some time. Even at a time when I saw myself for what I was I didn't have the inner ability or fortitude to set a course that would benefit me and my family. Sometimes when we lest expect it an epiphany will grab hold of our very being and take the road less traveled...or in common terms I had a gun to my head and had to find that passion for sport once again or be forever portly.

So off to the gym I went and for two years I pumped iron and ran on the tread mill. Many thanks to this great quickening of the spirit, my heart beat slow and strong with a blood pressure low and steady. As I pushed myself to the ends of my envelope each time it was if I was reopening to my very soul, renewed and refreshed...all that for $50 bucks a month at the local gym! Such a deal.
Then last July, in the middle of my third year at the gym, I was tiring of the routine,  I watched the Tour De France every single day in it's entirety, the spark of the competition and self determination ignited in me the next step of my journey. I started to go to spin class but it wasn't enough I needed the pedals of a bike and the smells of the road to complete the transformation. And so the end of my journey with the gym is at hand but the memories will stay with me as I lean into the head wind  ever-day I test my resolve on the Trek. The rest is written in the earlier blogs for all to read. To all those at the beginning, middle or even the end of your journey be well, be strong and peace be the journey.
If I pass you on the road stop at Peets, because your buying.