Weightless

Yay! How exciting! right?... Except not really. I never expected to reach this all important and completely defeating way-point. For some, this doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but believe me, I feel like a pretty big deal in a very bad way. When your family automatically grabs your belly in their hands and shakes it like a Jello Jiggler and your innocent little nephew quietly whispers in your ear 'Your belly is big!' and follows it up with a genuine 'thought you should know so you can do something about it' smile, you know it is time to shape up. Not to say I don't have a shape.

225. Not a huge number really. Not that bad I suppose. Some people look great at 225 or even more, but this body wants nothing to do with it. Ha! That sounds kind of funny, doesn't it? After all, it was my body that ate all that junk. It was my body that drank more Pepsi in the past six months than most people have in their whole lives. No weights, no exercise, and the very sad fact: I am out of breath by the time I reach my third story apartment.

Whoa, hold the boat! I am no wuss! I can still bust a move and I can still handle myself. But who am I kidding? Dancing for more than a few minutes finds me passed out on the floor or at my desk very quickly. I used to be able to move. I used to dance, run, fight and compete. I wish I had my age to blame but at 24, I don't think there is a chance that anyone would sympathize. I need to move more. I need to get my energy back, or by the time I'm 30, getting out of bed will actually qualify as my workout for the day.

When I was 17, I was pretty darn fit. I can't say exactly how strong I was but I know I was tougher than I am now. My junior year of high school, I spent a period a day in the weight room and I had just finished Martial Arts lessons. I could bench press (a commonly misconstrewed measure of one's actual strength, but I remember the numbers so I'll go with it) 250 lbs. Yeah, that's more than my Fat a weighs now. And a glance at my drivers license (last updated at 17) reveals that I was a mere 152 lbs. Wow! I kicked som serious trash back then.

Flash forward to early 2009. I had just come to own the fabulous program P90X. I loved it. Because my body had fallen by the wayside just a bit, I spent several months preparing to fight my way through the intense 90 day program. I spent over an hour every day working out, tried to eat the best foods possible and I was pretty darn strong when June came around. Unfortunately, I was laid off and lost all motivation to continue the lifestyle. (During the program I lost some 20 lbs going from 209 to about 187 and my strength nearly doubled according to the fitness test associated with the program).

Present day: I'm pretty big now. Not huge by any stretch of the imagination, but bigger and weaker than I ever wanted to be. Now I know, I know; I haven't been too entertaining today, but today I am not writing for that purpose. I am writing to say just one thing: Its time to Bring It!

I want to share my journey with you (the three of you that will read this post). I made this journey last year (Boog Fitness) and I succeeded. The difference this time? I'm not quite sure. I am hoping that I will remain motivated. I am hoping that once I get my awesome bod back I'll keep pushing myself to my limits and have a blast doing it.

What suggestions do you have for me? How can I go from out of breath walking up the stairs to awesome athletic macho man? How can I keep motivated? Feel free to share your experience of suggestions in a comment.

 Weightless - All Time Low


Manage me, I'm a mess
Turn a page, I'm a book
Half unread

I wanna be laughed at
Laughed with, just because

I wanna feel weightless
And that should be enough

But I'm stuck in this f-ing rut
Waiting on a second hand pick me up
And I'm over, getting older

If I could just find the time
Then I would never let another day go by
I'm over, getting old

Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here

Make believe that I impress
That every word
By design
Turns a head

I wanna feel reckless
I wanna live it up, just because

I wanna feel weightless
Cause that would be enough

If I could just find the time
Then I would never let another day go by
I'm over, getting old

Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here

This could be all that I've waited for
(I've waited, I've waited for)
And this could be everything
I don't wanna dream anymore

Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I've been going crazy
I'm stuck in here

Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year (it's gonna be my year)
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere (go nowhere)
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear (everything I fear)
Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here