Fit Is The Goal

Hi!

I’m Chris, and this is my fitness blog! 
I am…asian. And…umm…let’s do this with photos instead.
 
Oh no, oh no, oh no! Tumblr! How do I…I can’t delete that. How do I delete that?!
:Sigh:
Yes. That is me.
C’mon, tumblr, work with me here…

Really? That’s what you’re going to give these people next?
Slightly better, but still…
People, I…I…have no excuse. I’m kind of weird.
Third time’s the charm, ja?

Oh yeah…that’s better.

So yeah, if you haven’t figured it out yet, I don’t really take myself seriously, but a few years ago, I kind of had to, and even when I got better, I still wasn’t all that much better.

By trade, I’m a chef, didn’t mean to be one, just kind of became one. The reasons are long and kind of an awkward story, maybe one day I’ll decide to write it down. At 19, I was about 150 lbs and on top of the world. I had a degree, I gained weight back from losing it during school, got my old classmates to work with me as caterers. Life was good.
A year later, I had gained a lot of weight.
A lot.
I weighed about 240, somewhere around there. I was a binge eater, more from the fact that I was bored than my other excuse in which I said I was experimenting. 
The line was actually crossed when I put on my cooking jacket and two buttons popped off with murderous speed toward a few of my friends. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but I did realize I needed to change things.
And I did, I started eating better, working out, and another year later, I was below 200 and feeling great about myself.

Then the stress came. I worked myself to the bone, but that was kind of normal. I only really work hard about 8 months out of the year, the other four I do small, private jobs and travel. No biggie, right? I am young, resilient, invincible!
During a meeting, I suddenly had this ache in my chest and my heart started thumping rapidly, and I suddenly blacked out.
I came to a few minutes later, my coworkers frantic, and all I could think about was where in our planning were we.
I have heart problems, they’re hereditary. My mother and her father died of heart attacks. Oh, and my grandfather gave me asthma along with the strong possibility of me being diabetic.
Fun, right?
I won the genetic lottery!

So for the past two years I have had this on again off again issue with my heart. Some months it’s fine, strong, healthy. Other months, pfffffffffftt.
But, I’m to blame as much as my heart is. I’m kind of a yo yo of health. 
In summer, I’m this:

And in the winter I’m this:
 

So, a few months ago, I decided, no more excuses, and no more summers of ice cream…even though I love ice cream more than anything in the world…
I would be fit year round, not make it my winter thing when it was easier because I could stand to be outside, I hate heat…but more on that later, I’d suck it up and make sure I was fit always, and not just when it was convenient.
So, here it is, my fitblog, where I can be accountable for my habits and gain inspiration from people like you.  

And now, the randoms. 
(As if this wasn’t random enough as it is.)
I’m a swordsman, which is pretty much what my body is built for right now. European styles, mostly. I am best with dual short swords but mostly because I find it flashy and fun.
One of my groups of friends are all athletes, and all girls, who all grew up being active. I can keep up with them, but they can, individually, kick my butt in the triathlon activities. But as a whole, I can take them all on and have the stamina to get through all three in one go. We’re doing the Maui, which I keep thinking is in the summer, but is in October this year.
I read. A lot.
My kindle, who’s name is Adler, goes everywhere with me. I consume about a book every day or two, depending on the read. Lots of my books are not…stories, but random trivia.
The transitional temperatures of elements, how to survive in the wilderness, locks commonly used in X areas and how to disable them, things like that.
I know 8 ways to kill a man with my thumb. (House reference.)
Umm…I sew, love to clean, play the violin, write cheesy romance novels, and hate needles, though I have two tattoos and have to give blood every month to get rid of excess iron.
That last part is why I hate summer, by the way. I’m always warm because I don’t expel iron.
Fun in the snow, not so much when…I move, or do anything when it’s not freezing.

If you’d like to know anything, feel free to ask!