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I was approaching 300 pounds.  I was miserable.  I ate McDonald’s food three times a week.  I hated a lot of things, including my job.  I needed something.  A catalyst.  Something to lift me up. That was over a year ago.  I’ve come far.  I’m almost closer to 200 than 300.  It’s a long process.  [...]

Our first graduation was at GMC (www.gmc.edu) on a Friday.  Melissa was still recovering from surgery, but she went with me to join in the raucous good time.  Both platoons (and the nighties) all got together and basically celebrated the past 8 weeks as a unit, celebrating what we’d accomplished and looking at how far [...]

I’ve been working on some stuff to tell my DDIP story, but this morning is too much to NOT talk abot what went on.  My post to the DDIP collective website…. Everyone should understand that we are a part of something. Sometimes all the love spawns animosity, and can manifest itself in a friendly competition. [...]

After the first few weeks of DDIP, something happened on the inside.  I started finding a balance I’d never had before.  I’m fairly certain, looking back, that it was from the physical exhaustion that my mind was able to catch back up.  See, the physical torture that my body was going through with the driving [...]

Veteran DDIPers talk about something called “Newbie Soreness.”  It, they say, is expected, for people not used to rigorous physical training.  It doesn’t come the day of your training.  It doesn’t come the day after you training. It comes two days after your training.  If you don’t believe me, ask anybody.  They’ll tell you.  They’ll [...]

My boss called me up to his office.  It was performance review time for me.  I had been at the job for a year after being laid off, and I was now commuting an average of 90 minutes each way to make ends meet.  I had to provide for my family. It was November, 2009. [...]