Posts Tagged ‘Healthy Living’

I promised in my last post that I’d get back on track with the story…so here goes.

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As fate would have it, a month or two after joining the gym,the boot camp instructor that Kelly had been working with moved over to my gym to take over the program there. She asked me if I was okay with her joining at what she considered MY gym. Now, we can all get a little territorial (insert chest thumping and peeing on things here), but I had no issues with it. “Of COURSE you can come to MY gym, babe. Just don’t start making me look bad.” Or something like that.

Here’s where things get a fun little twist. We spent each morning after class comparing notes on what our workouts were and it got a little competitive at times. “We did 40 burpees!”  “Oh, yeah?  We pushed a car!”  You know…the usual.

Sometime in August/September, I took a hiatus from the gym. I was in the process of starting a new business and funds were tight. It was unfortunate, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices in life. It was tough not going to the gym. Ok, I’m lying – it was pretty easy, actually. I slept in, I ate like a pig, and I generally enjoyed it except feeling like a fat shit again.

In November, I started getting tired of feeling like crap again so I went back to the gym.  I picked up where I left off and started feeling good again, but something was missing and I didn’t know it.  I was speaking to a co-worker and mentioned that I had started training again.  He asked me what I was training for.  Nobody had ever asked me that before and I didn’t have an answer.  It made me start looking for something to train for.

And thus begins the journey of medal-chasing, shenanigans, and a little something called Peer Pressure.  Tune in next time for where the fun truly begins and shit gets serious.

*Note for those following last week’s post about nutrition:  I have been challenged to “eat whatever I want and record the results.”  Thus far, it’s been going well.  There will be a post at the end of the week documenting my “horrible” diet and its affect on my performance.


I’ll get back to my journey this coming weekend, but I had an interesting experience this week that I felt I needed to address.

I’ve been consistently going to the gym 4-5 (and sometimes 6 or 7) days a week since January.  I’ve felt good.  I’ve felt motivated.  I’ve felt energetic.  Of course, I’ve had a few “off days” where I haven’t felt 100%, but I keep pushing.  This entire week has felt like one of those off days.  Monday, we worked legs, which is admittedly a weak point for me.  Tuesday was upper body and I usually don’t have an issue on chest/arms day, but (again) it’s one of those weeks.  Wednesday, we were off.  Thursday was core day – another weak spot for me.

All week, I’ve struggled.  My hips hurt, my shoulders hurt, my shins and calves hurt.  It was just a shit week.

Ok – So, the title of this post is “Nutrition.”  Let me get to the point.  Normally, I can feel a major difference in my workouts when I eat clean vs when I don’t (I’ll get into particulars at a later date, but I like FUCKING LOVE burgers and pizza – I think that sums it up).  This week, I’ve been eating right and I’ve still felt like shit.  Last night, we went to the local Food Truck Event.  There is no “clean eating” at a food truck event – I’m convinced.  I had a butter burger with bacon and a side of fries from the Wholesome Rollers Food Truck as my main course and a bunch of mini-donuts covered in powdered sugar and chocolate from Dough Dough’s Donuts for desert.  This is not eating clean, people, but it’s damned good.

I felt FUCKING GREAT at this morning’s workout.  How does that happen?  Eat great: Feel like shit.  Eat horribly: Feel like the HULK.  I know it takes some time for your body to digest and such, but it’s usually pretty quick for me.  Normally, if we have pizza the night before a workout, I feel it the next morning.  Not the case this time around…

Now, I’m no nutritionist, but this just sounds odd.  Maybe next week I’ll eat like shit and see what happens…worth a shot, no?

First Race...exhausted from a 100yd crawl.

First Race…exhausted from a 100 yard crawl under barbed wire.

That dude right there?  Crawling under barbed wire?  That’s me.  First obstacle course race.  February 14th, 2015.  That’s right – I signed my girlfriend, Kelly, and I up for our first race on fuckin’ Valentines Day because I’m awesome stupid like that.  Or am I?

1 year prior to this, I had just started going to the gym after a hiatus of, oh, I don’t know…my entire life?  I was never an athlete.  As a matter of fact, I hated physical activity.  I would easily choose a Netflix marathon over even walking around the block.  Unless there was pizza around the block.  Then, well, maybe I’d walk – if my car wouldn’t start.  Or for Chinese food…definitely for Chinese.  Anyway, I digress.

The point is that I was pretty damned out of shape.  Kelly, on the other hand, had been taking no prisoners in her quest for a healthier life and weight loss.  She was running regularly, hitting the gym, and started going to boot camp.  I actually kind of felt like a third wheel to this new lifestyle that she had adopted.  I started and stopped exercising and dieting more times than I cared to remember and here she was actually enjoying what she was doing and seeing results.  So one day it hit me: I had to find some form of exercise that I would enjoy that didn’t necessarily feel like exercise.   That’s a pretty tall order.

Throughout my blog, I’ll be sharing my journey to a new lifestyle.  Stay tuned for bouts of oddball training, hilarity, and a bit of educational information.