How did it get this bad?

Goal!!!

The crowd goes crazy!

England has beaten Croatia and won their opening match at a European championship for the first time!

Incredible, what a start and what a feeling.

Adam watched from his front room. Sat alone, with a bag of Tyrell’s crisps and a half-empty glass of Petrus. He felt happy that England had won. He was, after all, an avid sports fan, cricket, football, rugby, he enjoyed it all, especially with a nice bottle of red and a few snacks.

He spent most Saturday and Sunday afternoons watching sport alone. He had 2 daughters, and they weren’t bothered about sport; all they seemed to care about was Tik Tok and spending time at the park with their friends. His wife didn’t care either and spent her weekends at the gym doing fitness classes with her pals, then onto a light lunch and a catchup.

Adam felt lonely; he worked so hard. Not the hard that most people talked about, but the proper kind. The kind that kept you up all night thinking, planning and worrying. The kind that saw him leave the house at 05:00 am, arriving home after 07:00 pm and at least twice a week, not until midnight because he was at networking events. When it came to the weekend, he was exhausted; his only solace was sport and wine.

He was not sure how it had happened, but since his business had become successful (after 15 years of hard graft), he had gained two big problems

He was overweight
He felt depressed about being overweight

He knew in the back of his head that he had a weight issue but blamed it on business stress. He had noticed that his daughters often timed seeing their friends around when he was home and the same with his wife. He never used to be like this. When he first started his business, he was full of energy, life, happiness and joy. He also used to be 4 stone lighter than he is now; the thought of this made him more angry and frustrated. But what to do?

He couldn’t really see the solution. He was so busy with his business that he didn’t really have time to change. The girls were ok, they had a nice house, they go on nice holidays, don’t want for everything, but something is missing, something isn’t quite how it used to be.

Finishing the last gulp of wine, he decided he should open another; these days 1 bottle didn’t scratch the itch, but two did the trick. To take the ‘edge off life’ and melt his worry’s and concerns away...

The 2nd bottle had done the trick, and he was on a level. The girls all came in at the same time, talking loudly and giggling about their day. But, unfortunately, Adam was in a foul mood. The 2nd bottle had taken his worries away, but it also made him irritable.

He was up for an argument.

Walking into the hallway, he shouted, “will you lot keep it down! I’m trying to watch the cricket!”

“Sorry, dad, we are only talking at a normal level, you know,” his eldest daughter said with a roll of her eyes...

That was it; he was off. He spiralled off into a tirade about how he worked so hard and provided for them all; he needed some respect around here. As with all daughters, their tolerance for being told off by their dad had dropped to nearly zero as they had gotten older. Unfortunately, they also possessed a skill set that allows them to respond with a few words that cut a father to the bone.

“Shut up, Dad, you’re such a miserable person. We miss our fit, healthy dad that used to play football with us in the garden and make us laugh. Instead, you sit around all weekend stuffing your face and drinking wine. Just leave us alone.”

The girls ran upstairs to their rooms, and he stood still as a statue, mouth open in shock.

How dare they speak to him like that. How dare they, in his house. They were the problem, not him. So he went for a walk, slamming the door on the way out. He walked, and he walked, and he walked, all the time his children's voices spinning around in his head.

The red mist began to fall away, and he had a moment of clarity, an epiphany if you like. When was the last time he had played with the girls in the garden, running around and lifting them above his head as they screeched with laughter? When was the last time he had come home from work and sat with his wife, telling her about all the exciting things that were happening in his business and asking about her day?

He couldn't even remember.

As hard as he tried, he couldn't remember, but he knew deep down in the cold light of day that he was to blame for it all ending.

It was him who was grumpy all the time; it was him that had no energy, it was him that could no longer run around the garden because he was too big, it was him that was either drinking to relieve his stress or had a headache from spending too much time relieving his stress.

Things at home had gotten bad, terrible; it felt like he wasn't part of the family anymore and was missing out on so much. It wouldn't be long until his daughters went to boarding school, and he would see them even less; he was scared of the future and the only way he could change that was to change himself.

"If you want to change the world, start with yourself first."

He knew what he had to do, he had to reduce his alcohol intake he had to lose weight, he had to build healthier habits, and he had to learn to love his body again, but he didn't know-how.

How would he fit it in around his business?

How would he burn fat when he was always grabbing snacks or entertaining?

How would he keep up a weight loss programme when he travelled to Asia in a few months?

No question about it; he needed help, but who had the specific skill set to get somebody like him results? A bog-standard PT wouldn't do the job. Instead, he needed a team of specialists that support him every day, offer flexibility, and really understand him and his situation.

He had met a business associate of his a few weeks back, and he was in great nick. Adam had commented on how well he looked, how fit, strong, lean and healthy he was.

"How did you do it?" he asked.

"TRUTH's 6 Week Rapid Result System" was his answer.

"You did that in 6 weeks?"

"Yes, but now I have finished my 16-week weight loss programme, and I'm onto my longer-term programme, with more of a focus on building muscle and dropping more fat. I feel incredible, all of my suits fit, and I feel like I am walking on air. I am so much happier, and nothing phases me."

"Do you think it would work for me too? I really don't have much free time. "

"Of course, chat to Cam, he's the co-founder and a lovely bloke, a bit rough around the edges, but he will look after you. Just tell him your situation, and he will give you a call to discuss how to get you started...."

"Thank you; I really hope that they can help me; I have had enough of feeling like this."