Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Cheat Day? No Thanks.

I Dunno. I don't get it; this whole 'cheat day' thing. There's plenty of opinion about it but the only one that really matters to me is mine so...

So you're this horribly overweight slob (okay, maybe its JUST me) who, by every fault of your own got that way because of a lifestyle filled with compromise and convenience, and you've decided that you're going to get healthy, and fit, and lean and all that jazz. You're gonna hit it hard and change the very fabric of the universe with your dedication and enthusiasm. Well, for 6 days a week any way.

I don't get it. Be all you can be for 6 days and then compromise for a day just to help you remember that you are still allowed to 'treat' yourself?  What's that all about. its like telling an alcoholic that you can drink on sunday because you've been good all week. it makes no sense.

Think about it. You bust your hump all week to gain a bunch of ground, then you sabotage your journey, making it more difficult to reach your goals.

lets do the math (these numbers are STRICTLY for illustration sake, your mileage may vary):
you're on an 1800 calorie diet and you're losing about 2 lbs per week. that's awesome. Then on Saturday you go out and have strawberry waffles with whipped cream and syrup, for lunch you have a bacon cheese burger and fries with a soda and for dinner pizza, wings and a couple of beers. now lets just say that you pulled in about 4000 calories in all that, and most of them junk calories. now you have a 2200 calorie deficit to overcome. if you were burning 6000 calories a week to lose those 2 lbs now you have to burn the first additional before you can even start where you left off, which by the way is about 2 days worth of work. Why? so you could treat yourself? so you could stay in bondage to your habits and cravings? I thought the point was to break free so when you hit your goals you would have a completely new lifestyle instead of having a bunch of old habits to fall back into. its like quitting drinking and hanging out at the bar with a bunch of your old drinking buddies. it doesn't work. Every cookie, soda, potato chip, and candy bar is nothing more that an obstacle.

maybe its just me.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Week one is in the bag!!!

Yep. I did it! I ate clean for 7 days and exercised 5.

You know what else? I lost 10 Lbs.

Yep. 10 Lbs. I am 10% closer to my goal. In one week. Pretty awesome.

My nutrition consisted mainly of bananas, vegetable omelets, gluten free cereal, almond milk, chicken salads, grilled chicken breast, avocado and steamed vegetables. Its real easy because I eat what I like and I like what I eat.

For exercise I did DDPYOGA ENERGY! routine which is just a touch over 20 minutes per session. Although I never actually broke a legitimate sweat, my heart was pounding, lungs heaving and muscles burning as i tried to balance myself in Superstar Pose.

After just one week without gluten, sugar and dairy I feel like a new man. my energy levels are way up, I'm more alert and I feel a lot sharper than i was. I'm moving around way better and I'm just overall excited to make this thing happen.

stay tuned!

Monday, March 2, 2015

Lets make it an even 100.


So today is another day 1, and as part of the day one ritual I get to load my fat ass onto the scale and play the ol' read 'em and weep game.


yep. that's right. two hundred fifty five pounds.

I mean, I'm not surprised, but damn.

So now what. Well here's what.

At 250 I was planning on dropping 90 to hit a target of 160, BUT now at 255, i'm gonna shoot for an even 100 and get back to the weight I was at when I was in the best shape of my life... 15 years ago.

Normally I'm pretty comfortable at about 170 but only because its real easy to maintain with my 24/7/365 lifestyle. Now with this latest revelation, I'm gonna just freaking go for it and make it an even hundo.

100 Lbs by Nov 9, 2015.

That's 36 weeks. Which means I have to be dedicated to an average loss of about 2.8 Lbs/wk. totally doable.

Let's make it an even 100.

Monday, February 23, 2015

I'm to young to be this old.


That's really all i have to say about that.

90 Lbs overweight, short of breath, day snoring, stiff, achy and an otherwise pathetic, miserable shadow of the man I once was.

Now don't get me wrong. The components of my life are pretty awesome. I have a wonderful wife, a beautiful son, a fantastic family, business is moving right along and there are really no big negatives that many other people have on their plates, and who by the way are not doing to themselves what I am.

I could sit here and blame my condition on certain things and most people would probably sympathize, but in reality, I really just kinda threw in the towel concerning my physical well being. No excuses, I just quit striving or fighting or whatever you wanna call it. I just quit. And now I'm fat. Not just a little fat either. I'm carrying around and additional 65% of what i should weight. That's more than half of a whole other me!

The most frustrating part of the whole thing is that the power to be something other than what I have become has always been in my hands. I know what to do and I simply don't. I consciously make bad decisions when there are viably better options available. I am so not happy with myself so I keep self medicating with fat and sugar and cheese and carbohydrates. Its like some sort of long, drawn out,  passive-aggressive suicide. I'm missing out on the life that I'm smack dab in the middle of. Its literally passing me by, and if I don't do something about it on the quick, I'm going to miss it.

So, yeah.

I'm waiting on a package. It should be here in a couple of days. I should be back on the mat in a week. 8 months? Let's see how this goes.