As of late, I am now floating my working weight between 225lbs to 240lbs. Benn there for about a month and a half. I have good weeks and bad weeks, but the important thing is, it's forward progress.
So it happens, you're chugging along at a steady pace, clearly set on the road to success, when out of nowhere, you hit a snag. It's always something silly too, something that you should have seen coming but somehow missed it. Was it in the goal setting stage? The planning stage? One thing is certain though, you feel like an absolute dork for not seeing it on the horizon.
Don't stress, it happens to all of us. The trick is, of course, how you respond. There are a lot of people say that you can either pick yourself up and move on or let the hiccup define you. While this is a truism, in my experience the people that have uttered these words are coming from one of two camps. You either can crumple into a ball of self loathing, allowing the mistake to grind down your resolve, or you drop it and move on.
I don't much care for this way of thinking. It does not allow for the, required, self reflection that needs to be done. It also assumes that getting down is a bad thing.
I speak from experience when I say that the black dog at your doorstep is just as important as the exulted feelings you get from a great success. It's a tricky thing, finding that the down feelings are, in fact, a good thing.
I'm a firm believer that the modern obsession with always being upbeat and positive is a wholly new development in the culture. The pervaisive thought element that says "everything is going to be great" confounds me. Maybe it's my upbringing , or maybe it's the books I read, but I know that not everything will always be alright. You'll have failures. You'll have wins. But being happy that the failure occured is a patently stupid thing to do.
Losing should hurt. It tells you that you need to get better. Don't deny those feelings, and for god sake don't try to dress it up as a win that you lost. Seriously. Don't. You are better thatn that.
Take your licks and move on. Definitely say "never gonna do that again". But then... Don't ever actually do that again.
Take the bad, it happens, it defines you as much as any victory, sometimes more so.
And remember, from time to time, we all need a black dog, she may be a surly mean bitch, but she's your surly mean bitch. Work with it.
Keep buggering on.
I Don't know where the idea came from but it seems that lately it is in vogue to excuse awful behavior. Somehow it has become the norm to ignore actual injustice, to abandon the principles one "holds dear".
All over the news, social media I have seen the pearl clutching masses have had their absolutely fabulaous party of throwing under under the bus. And they all but orgasm all over their sheets when they are watching their compassion porn.
For the most part they are all for playing the victim, so long as it is the right kind of victim, attacked by the right kind of attacker. If you are, say, a white woman that lives in the west, you have to punch up for those that you think are below you in the social strata. If course, if you are a victim and attacked by a member of a lower special interest group... Well... Suck it up butter cup. They don't care.
This is beautifully put on display in regard to the most recent news out of Germany that mobs of Muslim men made it their evening sport to go out and get their collective rocks off, by sexually assaulting or raping women in the middle of Cologne. The media has been suspiciously quiet on this matter. If course, it would do no good to actually have the concerns of rational people confirmed about the actions of refugees in their midst. But the mass of the SJW world... Crickets. Because of course, they were Muslims and the victims were white women, and the Muslims rank lower in the oppression Olympics.
Now then, imagine if this had happened in say... Cleveland.
If you think for a second that the same silence would be heard, well I have a bridge that you might be interested in.
The Left, had become so adept at bending over backwards to not be perceived in a "problematic" way, that they actually compromise on other core beliefs, solely for the purpose of not offending another group.
Far be it from me to say, but... I tend to think that the assault of multiple women is slightly more important a thing than to not hurt the feelings of some blue haired harpy, that might get mad and throw a tantrum all over tumblr. But... I'm also a little bit smarter than most of that ilk.
When a whole group of like minded people join hands in the same ideas, yet those very same ideas are not universally applied, any rational minded person, by rights, should look at the whole of the work of those people and, correctly, question the validity of those same thoughts. Not to do so, is to allow the other bad ideas to flourish.
These people are backwards. Of this fact I the little doubt. They do not, or will not, accept when they have shown their colours and I love calling them out on it. If for no other reason than to watch them thrash about in the squalid mess of their intellectual hog pen trying to figure a way to nail me. Never really works, because I can always respond with "but am I wrong?"
Where to begin?
A regular enough question. One that is asked regularly. I always feel a little weird when asked. Because , honestly, I'm not in the greatest shape. I know guys, and girls, that are killling it on a way higher level than I am. So I sometimes feel a little awkward in these moments.
Just to be clear, if you have asked me, and I seemed standoffish it's because I'm uncertain I am the right person to be asking. But I do feel humbled that you asked.
Now then, to the question at hand: where to start?
Go for a walk.
That's all. Doesn't have to be complex. Through on the shoes and venture out. You don't have to have some grand design, or meticulously crafted calorie intake to outtake formula.
Just go for a walk.
If you are not a regularly active person, this is the best way to go out and move. Going for a walk is easy. There is no fancy equipment you need. No complex plan. And.... It's totally free. Ah yissss.... Free... Mmmm free.
A walk does a few things for you. First off it gives you a chance to have a moment of quiet, rare enough these days. Second it feels good. Third it is the easiest way to let you body know that things are changing.
Weight lifting is wonderful, but it puts a ton of stress , good stress, on you nervous system. But, if you not already acctive, it could be too much. Also, going from 0 to 60 without letting the engine warm up is a recipe for disaster. Going for a walk let's you just move with out strain.
I found that getting started, most of my hiccups stemmed directly from the fact that I tried to much too early. So I would get frustrated, and down on myself because I wasn't "sticking to the plan". So I would miss a work out here and one there.... Sometimes a whole week would burn up in my ennui.
A plan is good, but getting fit has to become a habit, and anyone who has had to change a habit knows that it's all about baby steps. Getting in shape is a habit of being active, just as much as being unfit is a result of the the habit of sitting on one's duff.
So, you have to take the time to make that new activity a habit. A month... It is generally accepted that it takes a month to break or create a habit. So pick a time each day and just go for a walk. You'll be surprised how easy it is. After a month... Add something. But for that first month, just do twenty minutes, ten out, ten back. Get to a point that you can carry a conversation, but feel a good rate moving.
It's really that easy getting started, just go for a walk.
So last time we talked it was about the basics of "you can do it"
Let's go ahead and keep on that path and start looking at the how.
First thing is first. I talked about how the change in eating was , and still is, the trickiest part of the process. Always will be.
You can run millions of miles, hoist ton after ton of weights, but with a bad intake of food, you'll get absolutely nowhere. Bad diet means bad shape. That's the long and short of the matter. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not perfect about it. No one is. I love donuts, milkshakes and chocolate. Oh, and French fires... mmmm french fries.
To be honest, on a whole most of us eat like junk. We know how to eat right but we generally don't. And why? I hear you ask , because eating right is hard, as well as boring.
But, as AA has taught so many, admitting your problem is the first step to overcoming it. I love junk food. Of all the food types it is my favorite. Of course, my love of junk food will also lead to an early grave by way of my heart trying to explode outta my chest.
The trick is, how do we mix our love of fries against our, understandable, love of life. In all things moderation is key.
We've all had the day after way too many buffalo wings, beer, and the like. We all know exactly how we felt. Junky.
Then again we've all had the day that we did it all right and go to bed easily. I know which one I prefer.
There are a lot , A LOT , of snake oil diets out there but none of them really stand the test of time. All proteins, no carbs, half gallon of celery juice.... You name it and some shiester has tied to peddle it. Nothing in my life has done me better than, eat smart. If you have to pour a whole meal out of a box and let it simmer until it congeals, it's most likely not a sound choice.
I try to stick to the "outside wall" theory when at the store. Stay out of the aisles as much as possible. For there is not but salt and preservatives in those lands.
The grocery, meat.. dairy. These are the path to good eating. And you'll find that you actually get more food there for your buck than not. Seriously.
My wife is able to feed all four of us , heartily, for a little over a hundred bucks a week. Think about that. A week's worth of food for four people, the baby doesn't count , for 25$ a head. Because she stays outta the aisles. As a result we are all doing very good and I have few concerns about the nutrition we get.
So... Eat smart. Eat cheap. And from time to time... Get some fries.