The last time i weighed in at what i was this morning, was 4.5 years ago. I thought to myself, man i am sick of fluctuating and would love be no more than 250lbs. for the rest of my life.
Not a lofty goal
Easier said then done
That was before i knew 7-11 sold 940 calorie burritos 2 for three dollars. . .
The last time i took 6 weeks off from training was in late 2009, when i was in so much pain i could not even locate an exercise that did not hurt.
Not a bad idea
I was working 50 hours a week back then
And that was what led me to talk to Adam Glass about movement testing. . .
So when i woke up today and weighed in at 277lbs., thirty seven pounds heavier than i was on March 5th, i fought all sorts of urges.
Walk out of the gym and jump off a cliff
Go put on clothes that don’t feel so tight
Go to 7-11 and get more burritos, give up, and go to sleep
Hit the “reset” button and move forward with this part of my life/fitness quest
Only that last option would make me better today than i was yesterday, so i picked it.
Black coffee, two terriers, euro-pop, and a short workout. That is my morning. I have not much else to do today. See, i have no job and my foot and back are very talkative, so i can only do so much. The time off i took from training also implied time off from
B) Standing Up
See, i have not worked a full day since March 5th and it has begun to get to me. I have not had a job interview or even a call back in these three months, and i must say i am ready to rage.
So when my foot exploded and i broke a medial cuneiform bone, i kept lifting weights, though i could hardly walk my dogs or stand up for half an hour. I figured “Heck yeah, what better time to break my foot than when i have no job!”
But when my back started to bother me i said “OK, maybe take some time off from the gym”, which became time off from everything, including reality. Three months of no work have translated to the most atrocious first-world diet you have ever seen me undertake. To live off less than 12.00 a day i have been eating cheese sandwiches, burritos, and pop-corn. I could have kept it real with veggies and good animal products, but i was aiming for 4,000 calories a day as cheap as possible. The first month as awesome, with pasta and beans, chicken and eggs serving as cheap staples. But then i made a conga-line of bad decisions and here i am paying for it.
Even my ‘fat’ clothes are tight. Awful. And if i had not beefed up my upper body CONSIDERABLY in the previous 12 months, i would look like a pear. Like every other pear-shaped stressed out jack ass on this east coast. So here i am, just caught a short workout, and in 90 minutes Trader Joe’s opens and i can go get a dozen eggs for 1.99, and a bacg of frozen chicken breasts for 7.99.
And that is great because that is all the money i have. I’m not even a fitness trainer or reliable fitness enthusiast anymore. I’m a fat out of shape guy with no car, two dogs, and no answers. Times they have changed. I am only posting this so the text may serve as a reference if i pull out of this spiral and get a job, get control, and get my physique squared away. 277lbs. Goodness.