The Reality Check Corner: Where I Am Right Now

Welcome to The Reality Check Corner, where we take a brutally honest look at the current state of... well, me. No sugarcoating, no inspirational quotes (yet), just the raw, unfiltered reality of where I’m starting this journey. Spoiler alert: It’s not pretty, but it’s real. And hey, that’s what this is all about—facing the truth and figuring out how to move forward.

So, let’s dive in, shall we?

Height vs. Weight: The Tale of Two Numbers

Let’s start with the stats:

• Height: 185 cm (6’1” for those who prefer feet and inches).

• Weight: 108 kg (238 pounds, because apparently, we all need to feel worse about ourselves in two measurement systems).

  
  

At 185 cm and 108 kg, I’m carrying a bit more “fluff” than I’d like. Okay, let’s be real: I’m firmly in the “overweight” zone. It’s not exactly where I’d hoped to be at 45, but hey, it’s where I am. And the first step to fixing anything is admitting the problem, right? So here I am, admitting it.

The Aftermath of 10 Years of Sitting

Here’s the thing: I’ve spent the better part of the last decade sitting. Sitting at work, sitting on the couch, sitting in the car, sitting while binge-watching entire seasons of TV shows I can barely remember now. My body? It feels exactly how you’d expect a body to feel after 10 years of minimal movement.

• Stiffness: Getting out of bed in the morning feels like I’ve been cryogenically frozen and someone just defrosted me. My knees crack, my back protests, and my hips creak like an old wooden door in a haunted house.

  
  

• Energy Levels: Let’s just say my energy levels hover somewhere between “I could take a nap right now” and “I could take a nap standing up.”

  
  

• Endurance: Walking up a flight of stairs feels like an Olympic event. By the time I reach the top, I’m out of breath and questioning every life decision that led me to this moment.

  
  

• Flexibility: Touching my toes? Ha!

The Silver Lining: No Health Issues (Yet)

Here’s the surprising part: despite my weight, my sedentary lifestyle, and my questionable diet (I’m looking at you, late-night pizza), I don’t have any major health issues. My blood pressure is normal, my cholesterol is fine, and my doctor hasn’t given me the talk about diabetes or heart disease.

It’s like my body is saying, “Look, I’m giving you one last chance to get your act together before things go south.” And honestly, I’m grateful for that. I know I’m lucky. A lot of people in my position aren’t so fortunate. So, while I’m not exactly “healthy,” I’m also not dealing with any serious medical conditions—yet. And I’d like to keep it that way.

How My Body Feels Right Now

If my body could talk, it would probably say something like this:

• “Why do you keep feeding me all this junk? I’m trying my best here, but you’re not making it easy.”

  
  

• “You know, I’d really appreciate it if you stretched once in a while. Or stood up. Or moved. Anything, really.”

  
  

• “We’re not 25 anymore, buddy. Time to start acting like it.”

  
  

Physically, I feel heavy. Not just in the literal sense, but in the way I move, the way I sit, the way I breathe. Everything feels like it takes more effort than it should. My joints ache, my muscles are weak, and my posture is... well, let’s just say I look like a question mark most of the time.

But here’s the weird part: mentally, I feel okay. I’m not beating myself up (too much) about how I got here. I’m just acknowledging it. This is where I am. This is my starting point. And that’s okay.

The Emotional Side of Things

Let’s be real: it’s not easy to admit that you’ve spent the last 10 years treating your body like an afterthought. There’s a mix of guilt, frustration, and a little bit of shame. But there’s also a sense of relief in finally facing the truth.

For years, I’ve avoided thinking about my weight, my health, my fitness level—because it was easier to ignore it than to deal with it. But now? Now I’m ready to deal with it. Not because I hate my body, but because I want to take better care of it. I want to feel strong, capable, and alive again.

Nope, this is not picture of a G.O.A.T. This is a picture of damn stubborn animal.

The Bottom Line

So, here’s the reality: I’m 108kg of sarcasm, stubbornness, and potential. My body feels like it’s been in hibernation for a decade, but I’m lucky enough to still have a chance to wake it up before things get worse.

This is where I am right now. It’s not glamorous, it’s not inspiring, but it’s real. And honestly? That’s a pretty good place to start. Because you can’t move forward until you know where you’re starting from.

So, here’s to the first step—literally. It might be slow, it might be awkward, and it might involve a lot of huffing and puffing. But it’s a step. And that’s all that matters right now.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to stretch. Or at least attempt to stretch. Baby steps, right?