Brandon G.

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December 2004


Dear Beachbody,

To open this story with "Lying on the couch eating" is no "It was the best of times," but there it was: me, couch, food.

It was the run-of-the-mill story which seems so prevalent on the Beachbody Message Boards. I was miserable with what I had let happen to myself. Where did the 18-year-old go? I was in the army at one time; I was fit and used to not caring about what I ate. Then the years slipped away and things got a little hectic. I still ate like the 18-year-old, only without the exercise. My days of cheeseburgers, "supersizing," and late-night munching began to take their toll. I started working in the "real world" and became a couch lemming at night. This led to too many hours devoted to my shifts, with only a few hours to myself at the end of any given night. I started eating everything I could get my hands on, and lied to myself how big I was getting. I wasn't exercising, I was overeating, and I was lazy with my free time.

My jeans got a little too snug, so I went to the store to buy a new pair. I figured I'd rather be comfortable sitting there in the office every day than suffer in pants that were too small, simply for the pride factor. It never even occurred to me to get off my behind and work out a little bit! I grabbed a few different sizes and tried them on. The ones that fit were size 38. I had grown from wearing a size 30 in high school to wearing a size 38. What the HECK had I done to myself? I looked in the mirror and saw a tired, old-looking man. Beachbody? Heck. I couldn't even THINK about the beach. I was having a hard time buying jeans, let alone going out in the sun with my shirt off....

I went home, depressed, and lay down to watch a movie. I ordered a large pizza and peeled through it in three hours, which wouldn't have been quite so bad if it weren't for the eight beers I had with it. When the movie was over, I switched to the television. It was late by now and the infomercials were coming on.

I flipped through the channels and there it was: the Power 90 show. I remember liking the fact that this program had no magic meal plans, no special equipment. It promised that the workout would kick my butt, which I also liked (the other exercise programs always said how easy they were, but one promising it would be tough on me? Hmmm, something's going on here). I watched the entire show and liked what I saw. Beachbody told me to eat right and exercise right for 90 days, and I would be able to take my shirt off again. Yeah, right. And like an idiot, I ordered the program.

I woke up the next day and wondered what I had done that for. I had NEVER ordered anything off the TV before. And I was NOT into exercising. "Oh, well," I thought."More money out the window."

The tapes came, and after a few stabs at them I threw them in the closet. I simply wasn't ready for the commitment. Fast forward to July 2004. I was even heavier; I had grown to nearly a size 40 in pants and I weighed 190 pounds. I'm 5' 10", and the weight showed in all the wrong places. Then I saw that dang commercial again. I got a buddy of mine to try Power 90 with me. We read all the diet information again and devised a plan of attack. We were going to make it this time.

The 90 days FLEW by. Within the first 30 days I was getting MANY "Did you lose weight?" queries. When I reached the last 30 days, I found myself actually wishing I had more time to work out for the month! Today, day 90 rolled around. I went from 190 to 149 pounds! My waist has shrunk from the pushing-40 pants to the I-need-to-go-get-a-smaller-size-soon 30s. My body fat went from 24% to less than 10%! I look at least 10 years younger, and I can even run harder and faster than when I was on the cross-country team 15 years ago. I'm 34 years old and feel like I'm 16. I look in the mirror every day and wonder why the HECK I didn't pull these tapes out of the closet sooner!

This system is hard. But it's a "good" hard. If you can make it through ONE WEEK you begin to notice changes. At 90 days, you're starting to look forward to completing a second, third, and fourth round. I can't believe I'm actually counting the days to begin round 2; after a recovery week I'll begin hitting it even harder. It only takes around 45 minutes a day, the food you make is wonderful, and the results are undeniable.

I have yet to make it through a single day from days 60 to 90 without at least one person saying, "Wow! What did you DO? You look amazing now!" The "now" gets me every time. They are implying that I didn't before. And, no, I didn't. I wish someone would have pointed that out to me!

Beachbody has given me a new outlook on life. I run every other day for the heck of it, I play football and basketball with my friends on a whim. I LOVE the excuse to take my shirt off; I get to play catch-up for all those years of sitting in the dark. Thank you, Beachbody. You've made it so I don't even have a resolution this New Year's. You are the answer to all the things I didn't like about me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Brandon G., "czietuh"

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