I am willing.
I am wired to win.
I got this.
I embrace the uncertainty.
I am not my thoughts; I am what I do.
I am relentless.
I expect nothing and accept everything.
I posted that earlier this week on my Instagram. I think that it is important to remind yourself sometimes. I love the T-shirt my friend Phil gave me last week. Not only is it a size large, but it is literally the word action over intent. You can have the greatest intent towards others, towards your life etc. But if you do not put that to action. You’re cutting your self short. Action will always outweigh words, empty promises to others and yourself and honestly circumvent bullshit. In the Internet world everyone talks a good game. I will keep rereading the above affirmation because sometimes I need to remind myself when I am beaten-down to get the hell back.
I was NOT going to write this week. Mainly because I behaved all weekend – rode out the high of my 50 pound plus loss, and did not want to fuck up. After the 5K on Saturday morning my body hurt. I tried to Nap Saturday when I got home in the early afternoon but it was nice out the neighbors were all over the place And my dogs we’re losing their shit so caffeine I had to take over for me Plus a hell of a lot of Motrin. You have to be honest with yourself sometimes. You can’t always just blog about all the amazing things that you do or the good shit. That is not life, sometimes you honestly just have to be real with yourself. I don’t know why my body put on a little weight since last week. I do know that my meals have been on point, I’ve been getting over a gallon if not a gallon and a half of water everyday and I’m doing all the right things. But somehow this scale moved in the other direction. I know what you’re saying, what the fuck is a pound and a half. It’s probably a good poop for most people. Not me anymore since I’m not putting too much garbage into my body but a good poop for most people. But this is real talk. This is real life. It’s hard not to get off the scale feeling deflated first thing in the morning. But either way I log it into my apps. I feed the fucking dogs and I head to the gym. By 9 AM I am logged into my system and ready to work for the day.
I see you.
It’s funny the things that people will say to you, or point out to you. I posted a picture of me feeling good in Asbury park last week. It’s in last weeks blog too.
I see you.
I don’t need you to whisper. I don’t need to be told that of the 700 likes, loves, or wows. That many of the people closest to me didn’t say a word. Zero. Guess what? After addressing it here I’ll be done.
I don’t give a fuck.
If you saw my post and it inspired you, that was my goal. I wanted you to be able to say hey, if he can do it, I can do it too. Let me try something new. Let me get out of the chair at my daughter’s soccer game and walk around the field instead of socializing with the other parents. I might not have time to go to the gym but I am already here. Maybe you reached out to trainer or just got off the couch a few more times.
I did not post that photo for attention. If social media did not exist. I would still be in the gym every fucking day. I might not have the knowledge that I have now for my routines, but I would be working my ass off just the same.
I thought everything was cool and then people started chirping. So then I had to post a photo from last summer which is still 25 or 30 pounds heavier than I am now but I was so damn happy with half a dozen donuts in my hands with my coach Jason. Then I got hurt and added 20 or 25 more pounds. Which is why I wanted to set my goal for 50 pounds for 2018. Erase 2017 and move forward by 25. Responsible and reasonable goals.
So then I had to get on the defensive because of course I have a little fight in me. And had to post something, I will post it here in case you’re ignoring my Facebook posts
Let’s just set something straight here. I didn’t lose 50 pounds this year so far starving myself. I eat food. I eat 1900 – 2000 calories a day. I don’t drink alcohol much anymore. I watch what I eat every day. I don’t take pills, shakes, or crap from companies that I don’t know what is in them. I don’t buy products from people who become instant “coaches” or health advisors on the internet.
I have a meal plan full of REAL FOOD and a road map to where I want to go. I go to the gym almost everyday. 5 days a week I only eat from 1pm – 9pm. This works for me.
I have 2 jobs now that consume most of my time along with other daily life struggles we ALL go through.
Everyone always has an excuse as to why they cannot make time to get into the gym or to their basement to work out. I have all the same excuses you guys do. I find time. I make it work because I want it to work.
Sit down and decide what you want your end goal to be. Make a plan as to how you can get in the gym or be active. Plan your meals ahead. Try it. You have to put effort in to get results. Nothing will ever just magically happen. (Trust me I know) Remember your goals and just get it done.
If you need help and you are in my area, you can reach out to Jason at Back to Basics Fitness or message me. I have friends who know what they are doing all over the NE Philly/ Bucks area and get some help. You’ll be surprised how much a good gym family of friends can do for you when you realize you are not alone.
But no, I didn’t have a secret weight loss surgery this summer. No I don’t want to sell your weight loss junk with you, no I don’t want to be on your “Team”. I won’t use my before and after photos to lie to my friends.
I do appreciate you caring though! Okay now that I got that off my chest. GO EAGLES!
That was how I spent my Sunday morning after the gym.
So how do you measure love? How do you measure friendship? An old friend told me a long time ago that the measure of love is to love without measure. I don’t know.
I do know that this point that I just continue to do my thing. I don’t care if anyone is reading this anymore. While I like to think that I have something to say, chances are I probably don’t. Life would be much easier if I just had weight-loss surgery secretly over the summer. I did not.
If I did you know that I would be screaming from the top of the mountains and trying to help others as well. Chances are in 2019 I will have to have some excess skin removal. If you’ve been following along, you know I will be telling you all about it at least here. There is a reason why I don’t over post my fitness shit on Facebook.
So while Amber loses weight this week we have now flipped the switch on each other and I have stalled out and she is kicking ass. I usually always try to get ADA seating at the Flyers games because the seats are tiny for me. In the last year or so I fit just fine waist wise, it’s always my legs hitting the seat in front of me and feeling like that person has my head in their crotch that sucks. Tonight I’m sitting a couple rows from the ice and nothing is going to stop me. I have a new XL Jersey, I’m ready to rock the orange and black.
Going to do my best to experience as much life as possible and finish 2018 STRONG!
Keep fighting the good fight. It’s all we can do. Don’t let anyone get you down and don’t take any shit from no one. You have a voice, use it.
Hate away. I have thicker skin. I am bulletproof.