Toughen Up Princess

I was riding to work five days a week, attending kung-fu classes 3-4 times a week and training in my own time, I rode mountain bikes every other weekends with my mates and I earned my living shifting heavy weights in a warehouse where I prided myself on being one of the hardest workers there.

When I applied to the Navy I was at my peak. They wanted 3 chin ups I pumped out 21 (I didn't try for more. Why when I was 7x better than their requirments.), I could push out over 70 push ups in one set and was gunning for 100, running was my weakness but there again I kicked their time limit with over 2 minutes to spare. My kung-fu was going great guns and the last fucker to cross me was lucky I didn't follow through. From memory I was about 11% body fat. I was walking tall. Hell, my nick-name was "Big Trav". Whilst I've never been a "hard" man I have bounced and whilst on the door I never let the boy's down.

Fast forward to '07. I'm a fat fuck. Soft and pudgy. I struggle to do 17 push ups, I run out of breath walking up a hill and the last guy that crossed me I was at a loss what to do. More on this later.

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