A New Look at Life

On 1 March 2010, I had to take a Physical Fitness Test and I woke up nervous. I just knew that I wouldn't pass, don't ask me how I knew, but I just did. It's not like I hadn't been running and working out like I was supposed to be, but I had to run on an indoor track and that made me nervous. It didn't help that when I got to the track while I was waiting to take my 1 1/2 mile run, a batallion of Army personnel came in and started playing vollyball at one end of the track.

I started my run and tried to ignore the Army folks, but that wasn't in the cards that day. As I would come to that end of the track, I would have a vollyball or a person cross my path like so many obstacles. I would slow down, speed up, or dodge people, the ball, and flailing limbs as they would get in my way.

Needless to say, I did fail that day because my shoe came untied and I stopped to tie it. That day, my commander found out that I had failed and in his anger told the First Sergant that I would not retest and that I was to be put out of the Air Force the next month. The only thought that I had was that I didn't know what I would do for money since I had bills that had to be paid. The year before, I had bought a brand new car, I lived in a nice appartment that cost about $1500 a month to live in. I knew in my heart of hearts that I didn't want to move home and work for my dad. But what would I do for a job since I was being kicked out of the Air Force. I also had found that I didn't like the thought of throwing away fifteen years of military service let alone fifteen years of my life.

At this point, I knew that I had to do something. I decided that even if I was kicked out, I needed to make a lifestyle change. You see, the circumference of my stomach was in all honesty 37 inches around but I could suck it in to 36 inches. I was fat!