Here’s wishing everyone a safe, happy, and healthy New Year. 2016 for many was just a total abomination of a year, and as we head into 2017 there is much trepidation and uneasiness of what the future holds in store. Yet, the new year also brings the opportunity for personal growth, renewed fortitude, and better times ahead. It’s times like these that good friends and loving family are much valued, and should be held close.
Life truly is short, and we only have a certain amount of time here on this planet. Stop procrastinating. Make a change. Do something worthwhile. Get healthy. Face your fears. Make a difference. Make amends. Love someone. Reach out. Put petty differences aside. Show you care. See the world. Lend a hand. Do something crazy. Stop worrying. Laugh more. Go for it.
Whew. Now that was a grinding run I thought to myself as I crossed the finish line of my twelfth 5K race of the year.
The journey that brought me to this point on a cold and blustery day was one that I did not even fathom way back on Valentine’s Day weekend when this all started. It was also a frigid day back on that afternoon when I finally succumbed to the reality that I looked and felt like crap. Oh, there was no mistake about how I looked. Perhaps I was in denial for months and had settled into the winter malaise that most adhere to, and use as an excuse to let themselves go. Yet, it was more than that. Much more. I have always been an active person with an upbeat and youthful outlook, and from what I have been told, appear younger than my chronological age. That all seemed to fall apart as the winter of 2015 dragged into 2016 and I was feeling the damage of what I had done to myself physically. On that cold windy day in February as I participated in the Cupid’s Undie Run for charity I hit rock bottom. I was out of breath and huffing it after jogging less than a mile. I felt like a slug, and after seeing pictures of my bloated form, looked like one. Even worse, after I had sent my parents some pics of me at the event they mentioned that I looked kind of portly.
Life can be cruel when you can’t view your penis anymore!
Yeah, I have been kind of absent from the blogiverse lately as I have been focused on getting my bloated man-ass back in shape. I had a bit of a wake up call not too long ago that made me realize I needed to embark on a drastic call to action. Well, it was a few things actually. One – when I had to go out and purchase 40 inch waist jeans (yeah, that was demoralizing). Two – when it was becoming uncomfortable to even bend over and pick up my keys when I dropped them (nothing like a fat belly mocking me). Three – when I looked down and realized I could not see my penis ( Oh Hellz No!). You would think a missing penis would send up a red flag or something. Alert! Alert! Danger! Danger Will Robinson!
Yet, that was not the breaking point.
For a guy who always prided himself on his strength, fitness, and youthful outlook on life I would know better, right? Be more self-aware of what I was doing to my body. I had gained way too much weight, become sluggish, and fairly unhealthy. As a former personal trainer with years of past experience, and constant gym member I was ignoring the blatant signs that my body was signalling to me. Maybe the final straw was participating in the Cupid’s Undie Run on Valentine’s Day weekend and seeing how bad I really looked in pictures taken that afternoon. Sure, I had a blast with a great group of friends, and also drank a lot that day before and after the run as it was for a terrific charity cause, but those pictures were damning. Continue reading Life can be cruel when you can’t view your penis anymore!→
A major life change is somewhat scary unless you have a plan to tackle it head on. I did, and am now taking life by the throat and laughing at fear’s face. Challenge accepted!
Just after participating in the Cupid’s Undie Run on Valentine’s weekend I decided that I needed a change. Not just giving up something for Lent (if you observe that) that we all go back to doing once it’s over. Not just something for a short while. Not just a New Year’s resolution kind of thing that fades. A real change. It’s never too late. A dramatic one that might just define my life moving forward.
Looking at the many pictures of myself at that event it was obviously clear that I had fallen into a rut. I was fat, bloated, and a bit tired looking. Stress at work, long hours, eating poorly, partying too much, and not getting enough sleep can wear down even the strongest of warriors. I have always thought of myself as indestructible, and my friends used to sometimes wonder how I kept it up. I was getting sick and tired of feeling like crap and knew the time had come. Especially as a guy who has recently hit a certain age I knew that I needed to treat my body better. The human body is a very resilient machine, but a machine needs to be taken care of, and maintained, or it breaks down like any other.
On February 15th the process of Phil 2.0 was initialized……