I remember when I first started to realize that, as if it was a ninja, my weight had gotten away from me, and had surrounded me. Within the course of a year, my gut went from pudgy, to fluffy! Several times, when I went to go see people I hadn’t seen in a while, the first words out of their mouth were about my weight, not out of rudeness or negativity, but out of shock. That’s when I really started to realize that I had let myself go, whether it was that I was busy at work, or that I just wasn’t paying attention, I had picked up a lot of weight.
Two years later, and back at a normal, healthy one hundred eighty, about 40 pounds shed and kept off, I decided that, since I now work with the Wellness Warriorz, to start this blog about how I was able to shed weight and about health and wellness in general.
I realized very fast in my attempts to get rid of the weight, that I had become disconnected with some of my discipline. That same discipline that I’d had back when I practiced martial arts, and back when I routinely worked out, had vanished, become lost deep inside while a much less motivated individual now stood in front of the mirror. Not only had I picked up weight, I had become comfortable, satisfied with where I was. Of course, the full level of my over comfort didn’t hit me then.
I picked up my phone and took action. I called an accountability partner. An old friend who had been a personal trainer. He got over to my place and put me through a series of exercises to see where I was at. It wasn’t very impressive. I feel to my face after seven pushups, couldn’t even handle a jump rope all that well, and couldn’t run.
We talked it over and decided that we would meet on Wednesdays and do a two to three-hour workout, generally consisting of starting off with some stretching, then either hitting the treadmill or the trail nearby to do some walking and running. Then depending on where we went, we’d either stay at the gym or go back to my place for pushups, sit-ups, planks, and so on, and jump rope. My absolute least favorite of all we did. I was already hurting by the time we got to the jump rope, but the jump rope is what finished me off. I could barely do a few without tripping or stopping out of sheer tiredness. We ended our first session with me completely drained, defeated, but determined to improve my form, and get better at each exercise so that they would be more effective.
The next few sessions I began to develop shin splints. If you’ve ever ran after having not rain for a while, you know what those are. Fortunately, the pain was short and after a few sessions they went away, and, despite my slow progress, my form started to improve. My jump roping was still horrible, and a few sessions in, I watched the guy training me. His jump roping was fluid and faster, and thusly he was having a much more effective workout. I paid attention and started to copy his actions.
It was a very uncomfortable and painful time, but it started to do something to me for the better, not just physically, but mentally. You see, almost all my life I’ve been a musician, and I remember one of the first major musical impacts of my younger years. I was about twelve, and I’d already become relatively skilled at the guitar and percussion, having been playing since I was seven. I had just started really playing the piano.
I was behind the stage at a middle school talent show and was waiting to go on. I was going to be playing the guitar, a solo act, and I was listening to another kid as he was playing the piano. He played a song that I had heard before but never as beautifully done. It was Beethoven’s Fur Elise and hearing it impacted me so much that I decided then and they’re that I would learn to play that song and become a pianist, and a few years later I was playing I was. I wanted something, and I had the confidence and the determination to do it, and I did.
Fast forwarding back to our workout sessions, I suddenly felt that same determination again. As I started to see myself improve, my confidence, which had gone out the window, started to come back and the same feeling I had when I told myself that I would learn how to play that song enveloped me. In about a month time, I was jump roping just as fluidly and as fast as my friend, and I started to get very effective workouts.
Not only did this impact my physical health though, my mood improved, and my confidence improved, which affected every other area, such as business, and how I held myself even when meeting new people (Because first impressions are important.) I learned then that comfort can, while it is good to rest, lead you to stop growing if you’re not careful, and satisfaction is where things slow or stop improving. It was painful and draining when I first started working out again, and I couldn’t do half the exercises, but the more painful it got, the better I got at it and soon, I wanted to jump rope, it went from being my least favorite exercise, to my most desired because I knew that jump roping was the exercise that improved me the most. Sometimes we have to get thrown into a fire, but it makes us better because we learn to pull ourselves out, and when you come out of each fire, you’re going to realize that you’re a little bit stronger.
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