The saying that 'tough times don't last, but tough people do' is fine and all, but there's a whole lot more to it than that.
Most of us are just trying to find our way, whether we realize it or not. And in my opinion, just the act of trying - in and of itself, in spite of what challenges we're faced with internally and externally - amounts to a degree of toughness.
For that very fact alone, we should always remember to give ourselves some credit.
Week 7 began yesterday with a brisk morning walk, along a route that I haven't traversed by foot in over a decade. Taking in the scenery triggered a series recollections from the past, and I allowed myself a fleeting glimpse back into that rear-view mirror. It was short-lived, though, and when I broke my reverie I was overcome with a great sense of relief; instead of sentimental thoughts about my youthful past as is typically the case when I daydream, I felt empowered by the transformative actions that lay along my current path and future paths, happier by great measure to be here instead, in the here and now.
Because I'm a lot more comfortable with my calculations as it relates to food values and how my body is responding to them, the last week and a half has seen me greatly expand the variety in my diet. I've been buying a much wider selection of produce and meat alternatives, and I've been eating considerably less of my go-to staples, like chicken, broccoli, and salads. It's been a wonderful transition; mealtime has been more of a pleasure than at any point in this process, and it's allowed my wife and I to reconnect over food in a way that we haven't in years.
With a healthy mix of anticipation and anxiety, I'm still looking forward to May 11th; that'll mark exactly three months since I set out again on this path towards ideal fitness, and it's the line in the sand that I drew with regards to my first weigh-in. As much as I don't want to hang my success on the numbers that the scale will display, I'm inherently curious as to what those numbers will actually be.
Based on the increasing looseness in all of my clothes, I know that I'm progressing at a good rate. Family, friends, co-workers and neighbors all remark on how well I'm doing. It's appreciated; and while I can see and be happy with how far I've come, I remain acutely aware of precisely how much more I expect from myself in the coming months and years.
Performance-wise, I tend to focus mainly on the strength and endurance gains that I've made, but my flexibility has increased substantially over the past couple months, too. I didn't really set any goals for this area of fitness when I started, but seeing how much more mobility I have in my shoulders, hips and ankles, I've now set challenges for myself to push through to the next plateau with respect to these measurables, too.
Difficult situations are part of the fabric of our lives, taking different forms, finding different ways to potentially impede our progress. That is an inescapable truth that we must all combat.
Where we stand to differentiate ourselves from the pack comes in how we respond.
Monday, March 26, 2018
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Day 33: “Sooner or later, everything old is new again.”
Week five is halfway over. Thirty-three days in - no cheating, no missed workouts; I consider that to be a series of small victories along the path towards winning the big one.
The biggest challenge over the last couple of weeks hasn't been the dieting or the workouts; it's been overcoming negativity, both external and internal. The mental gymnastics that it takes to navigate the minefield that is sometimes my life consumes a lot of energy, and I don't particularly like it.
Changes are inevitable; how things change remains to be seen.
On a less morbid note, the dieting and workouts have been pretty fab. Still eating three meals a day, still adhering to the 5pm hard cutoff, with very few exceptions. Had a 6pm meal once in order to sit down with the fam - wifey and I had meatless 'pulled pork' on gluten-free rolls with sweet potato fries, while the kids had burgers and curly fries. My wife has been on board with my diet plan for the past two weeks; it helps having her along for the ride. She's already seeing and feeling changes even without working out, but plans to begin an exercise routine of her own in the coming days.
I switched up my weight training this past Sunday. Still doing a circuit of exercises, repeated 4 times each session; six days on, one day off (Saturday), but with completely different upper body exercises. The principles are rooted in powerlifting movements; deadlifts, benchpress, and squats. Given the addition of two additional barbell movements, I converted a few others - military presses, bent-over rows and bicep curls - to their dumbbell counterparts. It's kicking my ass something proper - and I wouldn't have it any other way, quite frankly. Not sure if I'll revert back to the previous movements after four weeks of doing this, or if I'll try something else... Guess I'll use the time in between to determine how that all shakes out.
The changes that I expect to see by this point are all here; my face is visibly slimmer, my pants fit more loosely, my physical endurance continues to increase, while my resting heart rate continues to drop. I'm more energetic, and I'm motivated by these results to push myself even harder during my workouts, and to remain strictly within my dietary guidelines.
As for the negativity that's been bubbling up within and around me? Well, I guess I'm gonna have to meditate on that, and remain positive that I'll overcome it.
Onward.
The biggest challenge over the last couple of weeks hasn't been the dieting or the workouts; it's been overcoming negativity, both external and internal. The mental gymnastics that it takes to navigate the minefield that is sometimes my life consumes a lot of energy, and I don't particularly like it.
Changes are inevitable; how things change remains to be seen.
On a less morbid note, the dieting and workouts have been pretty fab. Still eating three meals a day, still adhering to the 5pm hard cutoff, with very few exceptions. Had a 6pm meal once in order to sit down with the fam - wifey and I had meatless 'pulled pork' on gluten-free rolls with sweet potato fries, while the kids had burgers and curly fries. My wife has been on board with my diet plan for the past two weeks; it helps having her along for the ride. She's already seeing and feeling changes even without working out, but plans to begin an exercise routine of her own in the coming days.
I switched up my weight training this past Sunday. Still doing a circuit of exercises, repeated 4 times each session; six days on, one day off (Saturday), but with completely different upper body exercises. The principles are rooted in powerlifting movements; deadlifts, benchpress, and squats. Given the addition of two additional barbell movements, I converted a few others - military presses, bent-over rows and bicep curls - to their dumbbell counterparts. It's kicking my ass something proper - and I wouldn't have it any other way, quite frankly. Not sure if I'll revert back to the previous movements after four weeks of doing this, or if I'll try something else... Guess I'll use the time in between to determine how that all shakes out.
The changes that I expect to see by this point are all here; my face is visibly slimmer, my pants fit more loosely, my physical endurance continues to increase, while my resting heart rate continues to drop. I'm more energetic, and I'm motivated by these results to push myself even harder during my workouts, and to remain strictly within my dietary guidelines.
As for the negativity that's been bubbling up within and around me? Well, I guess I'm gonna have to meditate on that, and remain positive that I'll overcome it.
Onward.
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Day 22: Tracking, Trusting & Trying
Another two weeks in the books; time really does fly when you're having fun.
I'm reticent to write on the subject as I don't want to jinx myself, but I'm in a groove, and in the best way possible. Everything seems to be in balance, and I'm finding more enjoyment in the day-to-day, moment-to-moment events of my get-fit lifestyle than I can recall having before.
Personally and professionally, I'm in a better place mentally now than I was a year ago. I feel much more grounded with regards to my plan of action, my desire and willingness to put the proper work in, and in the results that I expect to achieve. And an added bonus to being decidedly less stressed out by this experience is the quality of sleep that I've had the past 3 weeks; that's been tremendous, and has helped with my clarity, focus and energy levels.
My workouts have been going great. Better than great, really - they've been awesome. I've been progressively increasing reps and/or weight cyclically. I'm able to push myself much harder as each week passes, to the point that I've begun the preliminary work of developing my Week 5 - Week 8 routine so that the strength and stamina gains keep on coming.
I began doing early morning cardio sessions again during Week 3. That makes two cardio sessions a day, every day. I still cycle the same routine mentioned here, and Saturday is still my off day from weight training. The routine is fire - it's definitely a better weight training routine than any I employed during my efforts from a year ago. But, as with all things, I know its effectiveness will wane if I don't change things up sooner rather than later.
I've been religious with my food and workout journal; it provides greater accountability, as literally all the work I've put in is right there when I'm adding to it throughout the day. Every calorie, every rep, notated with time and detail. I also purchased a fitness tracker. I flirted with the idea of using one last year - maybe it would have helped me stay on track, maybe it wouldn't have made a difference at all. So far it's been a welcome addition to my own personal tool chest, and I recommend that those who are looking to improve their own health should at least consider getting one.
I've been eating on schedule and making all the right choices. The closest that I've come to a cheat day wasn't really even cheating at all; I made breadcrumb-free crab cakes during Week 3. The only indulgent part of it was a bit of mayo in the cake mix and a bit more for a spicy remoulade sauce accompanying them.
For three weeks now I've had no beef, white potatoes, white bread or white rice. I've eaten a ton of fresh fruits, veggies, and unrefined whole grains; lots of chicken and meat alternatives (meatless sausages and burgers); a bit of lean ham; and seafood two or three times a week to fill in the gaps. I've also been sticking to 3 meals a day, no snacks in between, with a hard calorie intake cut-off at around 5PM.
I've still got a long while left before I step on a scale again; that's been difficult, given how results-oriented an undertaking like this can be. But I recall too clearly how it felt to weigh myself every morning, and the frustration when the numbers on the scale didn't look the way that I wanted them to. I made a promise to myself at the onset of this renewed effort not to have a repeat of that experience; I'd simply embrace the daily grind, and the journey - not just the destination - would also be the reward.
Onward.
I'm reticent to write on the subject as I don't want to jinx myself, but I'm in a groove, and in the best way possible. Everything seems to be in balance, and I'm finding more enjoyment in the day-to-day, moment-to-moment events of my get-fit lifestyle than I can recall having before.
Personally and professionally, I'm in a better place mentally now than I was a year ago. I feel much more grounded with regards to my plan of action, my desire and willingness to put the proper work in, and in the results that I expect to achieve. And an added bonus to being decidedly less stressed out by this experience is the quality of sleep that I've had the past 3 weeks; that's been tremendous, and has helped with my clarity, focus and energy levels.
My workouts have been going great. Better than great, really - they've been awesome. I've been progressively increasing reps and/or weight cyclically. I'm able to push myself much harder as each week passes, to the point that I've begun the preliminary work of developing my Week 5 - Week 8 routine so that the strength and stamina gains keep on coming.
I began doing early morning cardio sessions again during Week 3. That makes two cardio sessions a day, every day. I still cycle the same routine mentioned here, and Saturday is still my off day from weight training. The routine is fire - it's definitely a better weight training routine than any I employed during my efforts from a year ago. But, as with all things, I know its effectiveness will wane if I don't change things up sooner rather than later.
I've been religious with my food and workout journal; it provides greater accountability, as literally all the work I've put in is right there when I'm adding to it throughout the day. Every calorie, every rep, notated with time and detail. I also purchased a fitness tracker. I flirted with the idea of using one last year - maybe it would have helped me stay on track, maybe it wouldn't have made a difference at all. So far it's been a welcome addition to my own personal tool chest, and I recommend that those who are looking to improve their own health should at least consider getting one.
I've been eating on schedule and making all the right choices. The closest that I've come to a cheat day wasn't really even cheating at all; I made breadcrumb-free crab cakes during Week 3. The only indulgent part of it was a bit of mayo in the cake mix and a bit more for a spicy remoulade sauce accompanying them.
For three weeks now I've had no beef, white potatoes, white bread or white rice. I've eaten a ton of fresh fruits, veggies, and unrefined whole grains; lots of chicken and meat alternatives (meatless sausages and burgers); a bit of lean ham; and seafood two or three times a week to fill in the gaps. I've also been sticking to 3 meals a day, no snacks in between, with a hard calorie intake cut-off at around 5PM.
I've still got a long while left before I step on a scale again; that's been difficult, given how results-oriented an undertaking like this can be. But I recall too clearly how it felt to weigh myself every morning, and the frustration when the numbers on the scale didn't look the way that I wanted them to. I made a promise to myself at the onset of this renewed effort not to have a repeat of that experience; I'd simply embrace the daily grind, and the journey - not just the destination - would also be the reward.
Onward.
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