Aside from a short period in high school I have always been a chubby kid. When I lived at home my mom made sure I didn’t go overboard with food. She stopped me here and there when needed and always made sure we had healthy food on the table.

After highschool I started living on my own and became a lot more active as a musician. I got used to a very burgundian lifestyle and started eating all kinds of junk. The free drinks for musicians also didn’t help.

I have always been interested in muscles and posture but never had the discipline to change myself into something I liked. I quickly turned into a lazy musician. Beer and fast food, either before or after a gig, were the norm. I didn’t know any better and ate highly refined foods containing a shitload of ingredients with long and incomprehensible names. Looking back it’s unbelievable how little I knew about stuff I put in my body.

Being fat was always in the back of my mind and it nagged at me. When I reached 120kg I felt horrible and knew change was needed. I was always sweating, tired and out of breath. I had high blood pressure and was often feeling ill. Diabetes type 2 was creeping up on me.

At my worst Augustus / September 2010.
At my worst Augustus / September 2010.

Even after this turning point I was still completely inadequate at sports and I didn’t have any discipline. I didn’t even know how to properly contract my muscles to lift something. I had no body sense at all.

I asked my mate Chris to help me out. He was (is) a complete legend and instantly jumped at the chance to help a friend. We started doing his “half hour of power”, lifted weights and ran as often as possible.

Well, I tried.

I had excuses. Many of them. “But I had a gig last night” or “I’m still too sore from last week”. I was a complete pussy and it must have frustrated Chris. But he was strong and pulled me through.

As I finally saw some results I overcame my disciplinary problems step by step. I changed my diet and the fat started coming of quickly. I even gained some muscle.

I started researching and a whole world of bro-science opened up to me. I did programs like P90X, 5x5, and 4-hour body.

Progression
Progression

The thing that helped me most was my Facebook activity. I posted my weight daily. People would respond if it went up or down and it kept me motivated. This was the first time in my life peer pressure actually had a positive influence on my state of mind.

Left: 2012 at ~25% fat. Right 2013 at ~15% fat.
Left: 2012 at ~25% fat. Right 2013 at ~15% fat.
Another progress shot
Another progress shot

In April 2014 my wife and I moved to Paris. At that point I was vegan for half a year and I was at my lightest weight since I started training. We had to deal with different stress factors when we arrived and I let go of the strict livestyle a little and gained some weight again. The cheese, wine and French baguettes are too awesome not to enjoy. In January 2014 I got up to ~95kg and Paris had officially turned me into a croissant.

But I wasn’t a croissant for long. I started lifting some weights again and slowely started to get back into it. When the marathon passed by our apartment in Rue Saint-Antoine in April 2014 I signed up on the spot. I became a long distance runner over night. New goals were set, and crushed over the proceeding six months.

Left 2015 Amsterdam Half Marathon. Right 2015 Paris Marathon.
Left 2015 Amsterdam Half Marathon. Right 2015 Paris Marathon.

In 2016 I decided to run another marathon. I was hooked! This time I would do more weight lifting and less running. Balance is important in life.But I did not expect this.