Day 1, Pt. 2

I was finally able to work out today, after weeks of suffering with the creeping crud. I still have some of it in me, but its mostly gone. I hit the heavy bag today. Now the only problem is when I hit it, it decided to move. So there I was, going back and forth, up and down the spare room with this thing. I am also sure it was giving wifey a mad headache. When I started it felt kind of awkward, but after about a minute of hitting, I was in the zone. Sadly, it didn't last very long. That's right, lady readers, I was your typical male. Full of energy at the start and then BOOM!!!!! peaked quickly and was done. HAHAHAHA!!!


I only worked out for about 15-20 minutes, but I was ready to be done after 5. I had to push myself. If not now, when? If not here, where? Broke a good sweat, but I know now I am seriously out of shape. I am going to be watching more YouTube vids on good exercises for a free standing heavy bag tonite too. I know I shouldn't disappointed today, I did take another step forward, but I just cannot come to grips with how I let myself go so much. I am my own worst enemy.

Today I did have my normal shake, the gooooooooood sandwich I posted about earlier, and a not so healthy dinner. Enchiladas. Two out of three ain't bad, right? Meh, its more difficult than I thought to stay on a good diet. So many temptations out there. And again, I know I am making some progress, but somehow it doesn't seem like its enough to me. Its something I'll have to think about.

Next week, I am going to submit myself to my doctor. Poke, prod, do what you have to do. Take all the blood and urine you want, I need to know if there is something missing or if there is too much something. Every little bit helps and I refuse to do this half assed. Tomorrow, I hit the free weights and Perfect Pushups. Can't wait to tell you about it, my dear 7 readers!!! [Show some love and click that 'follow' button to the right!!!   ;) ]

Day 1

Once or twice in a person's life do they get the opportunity to have a profound revalation with out having almost died. I have recently had one. It occured to me when I realized, with a few variations, I was in following the same path my father had. Smoking, drinking hard liquor, developing a beer belly before 30, etc.  Its been almost a year since my father passed, and everything he did to his body contributed to his early demise. This is not for me. To my knowledge, no male in my family has made it past 65. And I am 32. I am too young to be "middle aged".

Some family traditions are good. This one has to stop.

Thats where this blog comes into play. I am starting a new life. It's a little early; people usually do things like this ater Jan. 1, but I want a head start.

About me, I am 32, married, no kids, have a steady job and home. I have Ulcerative Colitis, a type of IBD (which is even more a reason to change my life style), diagnosed in 2008. I am a sci-fi and computer geek, am addicted to tattoos, and love to go to the beach. Sadly, with this body of mine, it is very embarrassing to go back there.

I will start slowly. You'd be crazy to smoke an entier pack of cigarettes at once, you smoke em one at a time. So daily, or nearly daily, I'll update. ANY encouragement will help.



Today, I am making some hard boiles eggs for extra protein, to eat tomorrow. It'll be a long haul, but worth it. Wish me luck!!!!!!