I would have cried, but fighters don't cry. I soon realized that I could basically eat a dry baked potato and lettuce. He told me to come back to the gym after the weekend, but to start running immediately. I'll know if you haven't been running. I never understood people who just run.
Some people like to run.
The reason I did it is because I pictured someone pounding on my head in the ring. Nothing like motivation. I had soon lost ten pounds, and I was down to a healthy 220. Twenty more pounds, and I'd be down to heavyweight. Being that it was in the Wall Street area, there was a preponderance of yuppies in the gym, but they were a cool crowd.