“A Long December and their reasons to believe maybe this year will be better than the last.”
– Adam Duritz, Counting Crows
It has felt like a long December already. While, this month has blown by in the typical holiday blur that it usually does, I feel pretty low from a fitness stand point. In the entire month of December, I have worked out twice, and on the second time I hurt myself. Of course the last week or so I’ve been plagued by poor sleep due to illness which has left me weak and tired. It’s incredibly discouraging to try and set a goal for yourself and your body flat out refuses to cooperate with you. But in a lot of ways that is what the last four months has felt like, and I’m done.
While the Spartan Race was a huge leap forward for me, I just have not seen the same consistent weight loss that I saw before I started my new job back in August. To be honest, I’ve only seen a net weight loss of 1 lbs and my measurements are nearly the same. It feels like I have lost four months of my weight loss journey. They just flat out disappeared.
I had hoped that December could be a turning point back towards that right path. The path where I was so conscious of my body and how I felt. I hoped, perhaps foolishly, that during this Holiday Season, I could somehow drop some weight and at least get down to somewhere between 272 and 274. Then I got sick, and I have been sick for nearly two weeks.
I know my outlook will probably change once my body isn’t a phlegmn factory any longer. The New Year obviously brings renewed hope and vigor, but right now my feelings are low as it pertains to this part of my life. It’s a reminder that this is a never ending journey for someone like me. And unfortunately the last several months have proven once again that my ability to become distracted by my work inevitably harms my health and my over-all mental wellness. Time to find that mojo again.
I arrived at work today to discover that we were having a catered Company Holiday Lunch. Oh, shizznit. It’s going to be a game of avoid and conquer I believe. I already saw cookies, and cheese, and potato salad, and other things that I think are combined with mayo.
Damn. This is where a Slo-Carber or anyone with Special Dietary needs really struggles. An event surrounded by food with social or in this case career implications. Now, I was thankful to recently find a Chipotle near work, so I’m back on the burrito bowl. Do I stick with that decision and politely check in and wave at everyone once the food is out? Or do I just say to Hell with it.
I’m leaning towards number 1. I have to continue to mitigate the holiday damage if not avoid it completely. These extra pounds I put on are starting to drive me bonkerville. Me no Likey tight pants.
Last week after an extended leave of my senses and packing on 4 lbs over the holidays, I re-committed to sticking with my regiment and plan. And then of course, I go and get sick. Really, sick. Like “Oh, Wow, that’s an interesting shade of green that came from my lungs after an hour of hacking in front of a toilet” kind of sick. I was completely debilitated and running on fumes from Wednesday through Saturday. Finally this last Sunday it cleared up, but I didn’t get any exercise in. So, the measurements were pretty much flat this week.
- Weight: 278 lbs – no change
- Waist: 51 – Up 1 inch
- Hips: 45.5 – Up .5 inch
- Legs: 27.5 – Down 1 inches
- Bicep: 16.5 – No Chane
- Neck: 17 – no change
- Chest: 48.5 – no change
I’m a little concern on the bulk up around the middle of my body. That old Spare Tire is starting to swell up and after having all my measurements drop below the 50’s a few months back I am definitely giving up ground. So, this week is going to be key.I have to even out the swings and start re-buckling my life into the program. Of course, I could use the excuse that I have had job changes, etc. etc. But the reality is that if I don’t want to fall into the trap of the Holidays, I have to avoid the trap of the holidays. And this may mean raising my consciousness about where I am at to more consistent levels.
Easy to write, harder to make right. Put that shit on a T-Shirt!
I am back on the wagon. Officially slo-carbing my way to a better me after a two week lapse due to the Holidays and Post Spartan Race Glory. The first week back was very much like my last first week. I got to be honest. I felt like crap for a lot of it. It was if I was going through sugar and saturated fat withdrawls. I felt terrible. I had terrible gas, I was just a mess. But the good news is I ended up making some progress. The results you see are taken from my slap in the face weigh in the week before, but the measurements carry over from my last time measuring myself.
- Weight: 278 lbs – Down 1 lbs (from last week’s 279)
- Waist: 50 – Up .5 inches
- Hips: 45 – Up 1 inch
- Legs: 28.5 – Up 1.5 inches
- Bicep: 16.5 – No Chane
- Neck: 17 – no change
- Chest: 48.5 – no change
All in all, I am glad to drop a little weight and to start on the right track again. Course today I blew it by eating a Brownie, but for the most part I’ve been back on the wagon. Key right now are the little details like protein within the first hour up, water, supplements. It’s good to be back on the wagon though. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll pull off a miracle and get back to 274, where I was at four weeks ago, before the new year.
Man today was supposed to be my triumphant return to Bootcamp. I drove up to camp and we were doing Sprints. I dove in with wreckless abandon, and it was too wreckless.
About the 5th Sprint in my foot planted on a puddle and I wiped out bad. I feel face first into the muddy puddle on concrete and slid on my knees, elbows and chest for a few feet. Pete Rose would NOT have been proud.
But I peeled myself off the concrete with blood already flowing. I took a quick break to clean up. Thanked Sharmon for some first aid. And we got back after it.
After I returned home I tallied the results of my clumsy efforts. Two skinned elbows. Two skinned knees. Torn pants and road rash on my chest. Boy, Boot Camp was fun today.
So, yesterday was my first weigh in 3 weeks. I had been out of town for a few weekends, then had the Spartan Sprint and it just was not going to happen. But when I stepped on ye’ ole’ scale yesterday, I was taken aback by the four pounds I had gained in the three weeks of NOT doing measurements. I think in fairness the majority of this came from a Thanksgiving MELT DOWN that occurred after the infamous Turkey Day.
This last week I was Terrible. Fast Food Stops, not watching my carbs, not taking vitamins, not eating Protein within 30 minutes of waking. And I only did 1 session at boot camp in 13 Day Span. TERRIBLE TIMES were upon me. I didn’t fall off the wagon, I was shot from it by a cannon to land in a pool of Gravy and French Fries (or I guess that’s Poutin).
I was DREADING the weigh in yesterday. I almost didn’t do it. All week long I knew every bad choice was going to bite me on my rotund ASS on Saturday. However, I didn’t back away. After all this time, I knew that honesty with myself is the only way I can change my behavior. For some reason, I wasn’t making that effort to weigh in. Something had broken in the cycle of Awesome, I’d been on. Perhaps it was a let down after running the Sprint. Perhaps I was bored with my routine. Regardless… I made the cardinal mistake. I took my good habits for granted. I took my body for granted. I HAD to get back on that scale. Seeing 279 stare back at me was definitely upsetting. I stood there for a moment shocked.
But, then something happened. I didn’t get angry. I didn’t get depressed. I became Superbly MOTIVATED. I immediately took stock of where my supplies were at, what I needed to by supplement wise, and I was immediately given a choice. My wife and son went to a Birthday party leaving me with 4 hours to kill. Now, I could have sat around the house watching Netflix or I could have played World of Warcraft for 4 hours. I didn’t do that. I instead went for a Trail Run and a Hike with my spare time. I went to Fryman’s Canyon here in Los Angeles. A particularly challenging little trail behind Studio City. It was great. I felt like I was myself again.
Today, I’m 100% on Slow Carb again. Totally motivated and excited to RE-PURGE and stay on track going into the last month of the Holiday Season. I got a little bit of a wake up call, and now I need to make good on a promise I made to myself almost 8 months ago. The Road is long for the Spare Tire Project. Sometimes, you wander off the Road. Sometimes, you find your way back.
However, something happened yesterday.