I didn't want to do this to you dear reader, but The Wife forced my hand. I caught her drooling over Dancing with the Stars last night and she even blogged about her Latin fantasies today. I had no choice.
When I left for Iraq, I was a bit out of shape (okay, fine - I was tubby). I let myself go. It was easy to do out here in Seattle with all the great food and the terrible weather to keep you indoors. It seems like forever ago that I ran the Paris Marathon, yet it was only in 2003.
When I got to Iraq, I vowed to workout every day and eat right. Here now are my before and after pictures taken exactly 6 months apart. I took no supplements. I ate dessert (and anything else I wanted) only on Saturdays. The rest of the week I ate a lot, but only good foods (salad, meat, carbs and veggies). I was in the gym every day over that 6 months, but never for more than an hour and a half.
Now if only I could dance...