Losing the Passion Author's note: I started writing this last year while I was really in some fitness doldrums, and this will be a multi-part series trying to explain how I re-ignited my passion for fitness. First, here's how I lost it. Whether it's your job, friends, relationships, or stuff like your car, phone, house, and [...]
My 30-day goal kicked off on January 10 and ran through February 8. Starting weight was 168 lbs, and my target weight was 158 lbs. I was not concerned with BMI, BMR, lean muscle mass, or the size of my waist – my goal was simply to drop 10 pounds with a balanced diet including (2) SmashPacks a day and 30 minutes/day of bodyweight exercises, daily walks or bike rides, and a few short runs per week - How'd I do?
the entire 30-day SmashPlan has been fun and relatively easy overall; every day I have enjoyed the convenience of grabbing a SmashPack pouch no matter where I'm headed. Breakfast has been on autopilot for the past month, I don't need to think about what I should eat, and there's been no reason to grab a muffin or breakfast sandwich at a drive thru when I have a nutritious meal right there in my cupholder.
I've been talking about running streaks a lot lately, and for me, it has been an eye-opening experience for the past couple weeks to have one singular and simple goal that needs to be completed each day; running one mile. For a week or a month it may not be a big deal, but when stretched to a year - or the longest streak ever at 52 years set by Ron Hill, it can become daunting.
I knew one day I would wake up and be closer to 50 than I was 40, and even as my 46th anniversary of getting my newborn butt slapped like Cher playing tambourine passed today, it really didn't bother me that much at all. While age *is* just a number, an aging body knows what it's like for Father Time to beat your butt - well, like that whole Cher analogy in the first sentence. Circle of life baby, Hakuna Matata.
Each day has become a little easier and the resulting change in my physique has me pretty psyched - belly is flatter, man-boobs are way less perky, my jeans fit better (it's pretty damn cold in AZ right now), and I can wear a SMedium t-shirt without looking like I'm in a sausage casing.
For the umpteenth time, I was nearly killed by a car running a stop sign. Now, I've been actually hit and thrown across a hood at least twice in the past, and have been extremely lucky to avoid injury. Learning from those experiences, I now take a great deal of caution at intersections. Last night, if I took one more step I'd be extremely lucky to be writing this, and most likely would be doing so from a hospital bed. There's a good chance I may even be dead.
Speaking of "SmashPlan" this weekend I managed to smash my head into a few other players diving for a ball playing goalie, and in-turn messed up my left shoulder. Instead of letting that sidetrack me, I'm pivoting... and going streaking!
Starting over is never easy, but once you find that spark of energy - that motivational drive to make it happen - you're on the right track to reach your goals. Day 1 was a breeze, and I find myself falling back into my old, healthy, habits once again.
Just over the last 6 months, I've quit on business ventures, daily activity and following a healthy nutritional plan, bounced out of a reality TV show I'd been cast for, and yesterday I said "nope" to a marathon I'd signed up for with friends about a year ago and dragged my family all the way to Florida for - I need a quitting intervention.