Sunday, August 18, 2013
For starters, I've totally thought up a great idea for my first video blog, now it's just finding some time to do it. I'm on my second week of summer vacation days right now, so it probably won't be for a couple of weeks, but I'm kind of excited about it. Stay tuned.
I was reading through some past posts of mine, and I said something that has my head in a dizzying tailspin of sorts. I wrote back in early July that I was on pace to hopefully weigh 225 by Christmas time, and that although I felt it would be tough, it would make me so happy to achieve that. I now weigh in at 219lbs in mid-to-late August... ... If that doesn't make a man pause and reflect, then they're clearly not humbled by it. My wife asked me the other day if I was really proud of myself, and that question really helped me pull out of the tailspin and focus my thoughts. I AM proud, but moreso than that, I'm extremely humbled. I'm humbled because I still step in front of the mirror expecting to see someone I wasn't happy with, only to be greeted by a guy that I thought was gone for ever. I'm humbled because I don't feel like I've done anything more than others who are on the same journey as me, and so I question why I've been so lucky. My wife said to me then, "you're living the life that everyone tells dieters to never strive for or expect". She meant that the rate of loss is so astounding that people are always told to keep those fancied thoughts far from their mind - to rejoice over a one pound loss and not be sad that it's not more. She's right, she's not just a pretty face folks. :-D
I haven't weighed this much in four years, and even when I weighed this then, it was a higher mix of fat and retained water. So I look better now then I have in closer to five years. It's a feeling I can only best relate to the excitement you feel on Christmas morning as a kid. Waking up with butterflies in your stomach, unable to withstand running downstairs to see what's under the tree. I wake up excited to see who I'll be today, emboldened to deny myself that glass of wine, to not have seconds of an incredible meal, to keep my portion size down, to track every calorie and nutrient, and to make my workout days count for something.
Progress makes the heart grow fonder (I just made that little sentence up!) and so I feel like my story is one of a snowball effect. My heart truly goes out to anyone of you struggling to lose that next pound, angry and disheartened that it just won't come off. Sometimes I regret sharing my success here a little bit, knowing how many of you are in the trenches, trying to cross no mans land, and just not getting a single inch. Progress always encourages us to push harder I feel, and so I know how hard of a time some of you must have, and I honestly wish I could spread some of my loss around for you. My video blog is likely to help give you some insight as to why I've been so successful, but just know that the real work isn't found in the pounds you lose, it's in building up the courage and the focus to throw your body out of the trenches, knowing that bullets will be whizzing by you, and running with wreckless abandon toward the enemies trenches - to be fearless, and courageous, and determined. You do that, and you'll find yourself at the place you need to be each day to create success.
46 pounds lost in 11 weeks. I don't even feel the bullets as they hit me now, I'm just running, with sweat on my face, and tears in my eyes. I won't stop. I can't stop. Push out that extra bit of speed today on your runs. Lift 5 or 10 pounds more than you thought you could in your weight training. Push hard, and refuse to spoil the most important thing you'll ever do by giving into food temptations. You can do it, I didn't think I could ever do it. I know better now. You can do this. You GOT this. Have a great week Sparkies, I legitimately care about each of you and your stories.