These before and after Seven-Day Rescue Challenge photos are of a man named Joseph Alexander

This is Joseph's story:
I want to talk to you guys for a minute.
Yeah, you. Especially you.
The newer folks, and the longer-term folks who have found themselves struggling to stay on-plan. The ones who might not always be quite sure where you are going with all of this.
Me either.
When I started this, and for a long time after, I wasn't all that sure where I was going. I had always had some ideas about what I was trying to do, and how great everything would be if I ever managed to get those pounds off. But as success started to happen, I found that where I was going wasn't where I thought.
In January of 2015 I was laying in a hospital bed with a massive septic infection, on IV antibiotics. This was the first of many infections. A surgical resident came in to talk to me while I was lying there.
"Your A1c," he said, "is 9.7."
"Uh-oh!" I replied.
"Yeah, you're diabetic. Do you know how much you weigh?"
"Mmm, around 394, last time I checked." The last time I had checked was some time before that, but I had abandoned the scale because I wasn't seeing good things on it.
"I don't know when that was," said the resident. "But you weigh a LOT more than 394 pounds now." He never told me the actual number.
I fought with myself and my behaviors about food for the next two years. I struggled to maintain a whole-food, plant-based diet. I would lose 20 or 30 pounds, my doctor would be impressed, and let me stay off meds for awhile. But after a few months, there really weren't any options. So I started antidiabetic medications. My infections were frequent enough so that I kept antibiotics in the refrigerator all of the time, and carried them with me when we traveled.
Despite all of this, I couldn't seem to find my way. By the beginning of 2017 my glucose readings were always out of control. My mobility was limited. Almost anything that required any sort of exertion, I said no to. I was waiting to slowly--or maybe quickly--die. I came to believe that I was doing what people my age did: added more and more medications, and acquired more and more chronic conditions.
I don't know what made me keep going. I really don't. But at New Years of 2017 I decided to try going back to basics, to do something--anything--that was better than what I was doing. I watched Forks Over Knives for the umpteenth time. I started poking around on the Forks Over Knives and Engine 2 websites. Rip had just published The Engine 2 Seven-Day Rescue Diet. There was an online challenge that I joined, and a brand-new Facebook group with only a few hundred people in it.
I made the decision to try the Seven-Day Rescue, even though the things it suggested went against my way of thinking. Carbs? Corn? POTATOES?! GRAINS?! I thought that I would gain weight, my glucose levels would go even higher, and I would end up on insulin.
But it was only seven days.
And it was a heck of a lot better than what I was doing.
So I bit.
I made some important decisions based on 40 years of trying all sorts of different ways to get rid of fat. One of the most important: not one bite of off-plan food. From hundreds of experiments I knew that was all that it would take to send me spiraling right back to where I started, or worse.
That was over 18 months ago.
Long-story made short... In two days, my glucose levels were normal. In six weeks, I discontinued my medications. My hemoglobin A1c is now 4.3 (or was, the last time it was checked a couple of months ago). Most importantly, as my body changed, I stopped saying no to the things I wanted to do. Now, I never say no!
Several months ago, I started running, a sport I have always dreaded. I simply was never built to be a runner. But I persist, and I continue to make progress.
The biggest step: I got up, and I crossed the threshold of my house.
I started by running 10 seconds and walking 2 minutes. That was SO hard! I used a 5k training program, making sure to run 3 days per week. I made sure not to push myself beyond where I was at the moment. I found a running club (some of you are here), a group of guys who have done more for me than I can ever repay.
And the results, so far: In less than 12 hours I will cross the starting gate for the Leadville Heavy Half Marathon, on what is known as one of the toughest courses on the planet. 15.5 miles starting at 10,200 feet above sea level, and going up to over 13,000. I can't believe that I am here. I can't believe I think I can do this thing. But here I am.
I don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. Will I finish? I sure hope so. I may come in last. I may not make it back to the finish gate before the time cutoff. I may not be able to get to the top of the mountain. But here is what it says on the toes of the socks I bought here, yesterday: "The Race Across the Sky - I commit - I will not quit."
So here is what I wanted to talk to you about: This thing I am doing tomorrow (along with several other members of this group) is a race, but the only race is against myself. My only competition is me and my brain. I do not need to hurry. I do not need to get to the finish line first (as if). In fact, I do not even need to finish the race (though I really, really want that medal).
BUT I DO NEED TO START. I need to pry myself out of bed. I need to dress up, and lace up. And I need to go through that gate. And then... and then... and then I COMMIT. I WILL NOT QUIT. And then I win. By starting, I am doing so much more than the old me would ever have considered.
And that is exactly what we do here. We commit. JUST START. Even if you have started a thousand times before.
START.
START.
START.
And once you have started, recognize that you have made progress. DO NOT QUIT. With just one meal, starting with just one bite, you are doing incredible things for yourself! It may not show on the scale for awhile. It may not show in the mirror. If you are diabetic, it may take some time for your numbers to come down. But if you commit to follow the plan 100%, you cannot fail.
With just the first steps, just crossing the threshold, you have made progress. And having gained some ground, why would you EVER want to give any of it back?
Listen, I have done nothing that you cannot do. I am not a success story; I have a long way to go! But I want you to know that if I can do this, you can do this, because lemme tell you, I'm nothing special. And there are so many genuine success stories here in this group, people who are living lighthouses for you to follow. Look for them, and pay attention. READ THE BOOK. Read the book. Read the book. These results are typical. And they can be yours. You have found the right place, with the right people, and this is the right time. Reach out and take it.
You will become greater than you can imagine.
Take The Engine 2 Seven-Day Rescue Challenge free. It's only seven days. You may have as much to lose as Mr Alexander but you almost certainly have a lot to gain.