About six months ago, I had just completed my normal morning workout and headed into the locker room to get ready for work.I was pretty much getting to my “goal weight” and I was starting to actually see some definition. I was so damn proud of myself! As a matter of fact, I was so busy staring at this new version of myself in the mirror that I almost failed to see the guy sitting there on the bench with his head down.
And, being “Mr. Humble”, I almost just turned to my locker and avoided him. What a douche move that would have been. But I didn’t. I asked him if he was alright. See, he wasn’t just sitting on the bench. He was sitting on the bench with his head in his hands. When he looked up at me, that’s when I realized that I was almost literally looking at myself from six months earlier. He was probably about 60-70 pounds overweight. He was sweating profusely. He looked like he’d just gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson. He was maybe a year or two younger than me. He was me, six months ago.
Then he said to me, “I can’t do this”. And that was when I knew that this was my chance. This was an opportunity to pay it forward for being able to get to where I was. I said to him, “Bro, want to know a secret? Six months ago, I was exactly you. I was about the same weight you are and I was the one saying I couldn’t do it. But, you know what? I did do it. One day at a time, one challenge at a time, one victory at a time, I did it. I’m still not where I want to be (and, six months later, I’m still not) but I feel better and look better than I ever have. Now do me a favor? Take your shower, get dressed, get out of here and just promise me you’ll come back tomorrow. Don’t promise the next day, week or year. Just tomorrow. And then, tomorrow, promise yourself that you’ll come back the next day. Can you do that?”
And he promised me. I didn’t hang out and talk to him any more. But I saw him the next day and just gave him a nod and a smile. Then I saw him the next day, and the next and the next month and so on… We’ve apparently changed schedules but I have seen him recently. And you know what? he was pretty damn slim. He was starting to show some definition.
My first instinct was to claim some mental credit for it. But I stopped myself. I just kick started him. HE did the rest.
I think I inspired him. And, even more than the weight I’ve lost and the changes I’ve made, that feels INCREDIBLE.
Be an inspiration if you can. You won’t regret it, I promise.
Until Next Time, Be Well My Friends!