I’m Josh. I’m overweight, and I woke up one day in the worst shape of my life, and nearing fifty years old. So I challenged myself. In two years can I be in the best shape of my life? Is setting such a tough goal a smart thing to do? Would you believe me if I said I understand the trap of setting deadlines to being healthy and I am moving forward anyway? Bring it on, fifty. Bring it on.
I recently turned 48, which is crazy to say. I am struggling to fully grasp that number. Wasn’t I twenty just a few years ago? I feel like I am in my twenties, mentally. It’s just, I don’t feel like that. Not anymore. Truth is, while I may be 48, my body feels twice that…