Re-boot and Re-load

So, I'm back. I don't have the sad, sob story where I fell off "the wagon" and gained back all the weight I lost with DDPYoga. That didn't happen.  I changed over to weights and cardio, got my gym membership and killed myself just as hard in the gym as I did in my living room. I've lost a little more weight, minus the "holiday" garbage weight that I (along with most of the world) put on the last couple weeks, a few more inches and I feel great. 

I just missed it.

No other reason. I was getting good results in the gym, I haven't been quite as good nutritionally as I was, but I can give you one excuse after another for that, it doesn't matter, I just wasn't as good.  But the simple reason I'm back boils down to one single thing.

I just missed it.

Is there anything wrong with that?

I am not coming back in to this with promises of blogging every day.  I probably won't. I'm not interested in winning the DDPYoga challenge contest anymore. Sure, the money would help pay for the wedding (haha) but that was never, ever a big motivational tool before.  I wanted to motivate people last time, I truthfully don't think I did.  Now, I'll help, I'll give words of encouragement where I think they're needed, but I'm not going out of my way trying to make my words inspire others.  If I inspire you, awesome, if I don't, I don't.  I got so frustrated with the lack of response that my blog was getting that it soured me on a lot of things.  I don't care about any of that any more. I'm just here to own my life. 

Is there anything wrong with that either?

Another day in...TOUCHDOWN

Tomorrow should be the big day.  The day if I find out if the fate of my family will forever change. It is a very exciting time and I'm not going to jinx anything yet, so if it happens tomorrow, I will share the big news.

In the meantime I'll tell you all about my new way to sleep.

Yes, new way to sleep.

So apparently, when I'm sleeping these days, I end up on my back. That's not necessarily a good thing for me (or for Jodi) because I tend to snore (or breathe loudly) when I sleep that way. The funny thing is though, over the last couple weeks, I've apparently been doing yoga while I'm sleeping. I know that I've had dreams about doing ddpyoga but apparently the dreams are vivid enough that I'm actually doing the moves in my sleep. Specifically, touchdown.

At first I thought it was weird, but now I realize it is just funny.

I also find myself doing all kinds of poses in random parts of the day. If I'm laying on the floor just on the computer or watching TV, I usually inhale into cobra, then drop my head, lift my butt and take a step into down dog. It is funny how owning my life has kinda taken over my life haha.

Anyone else just find themselves just doing random stuff out of nowhere?

52

Alot of big changes coming up in my life to match the physical ones I've made over the last 52 days.

In case anyone was wondering, I'm not "off the wagon" so to speak, I'm just focusing on not only being the husband she deserves but also the father and family man they all deserve.

My blogs have lacked in content the last few days, but it hasnt changed my dedication to everything I committed to 53 days ago.

Once some of these kinks are worked out I will get the full update on here.

But no worries, I'm still BANGin.

Day 51

I have hit a plateau. They happen. I'm not working less hard, I'm not eating any differently, right now my body has just said "enough weight loss for now." I knew it was going to happen sometime, I didn't think quite this early, but for the last 7-10 days I've fluctuated between 223 and 228. Strangely, I'm ok with that. I guess because 51 days ago I was 252.

It isn't going to change how I go about things, it isn't going to change how hard I work. That, in my opinion is how I am going to get over this plateau.

Goals haven't changed, ways of going about it hasn't changed, and I'm confident the results will start back up.

For now, I'm stuck.

50

I've done this for 50 straight days. That's pretty darn cool.

50-1=49

11 days til the 60 day weigh in/pictures. In about eight minutes I leave for another eight hour shift after a 13 hour shift at my day job.

Worked out today, ate clean and worked my ass off at my day job, but nothing like I'll be doing tonight at my night job.  Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, because I'm tired.

Got nothing else tonight because I'm gonna spend my last seven minutes with my beautiful future wife.

Later.

48 days and counting

Today went just as expected.  Really enjoyed the time with Jodi and Sydney.  I don't get a lot of time at home these days and I just really wanted to enjoy it, so I did. Nutritionally I was right back where I was supposed to be.

I'm really starting to doubt that this blog even gets read, so I'm curious why I'm putting so much effort into it every day. I started it hoping to inspire others, but there is so little activity on the teamddpyoga site that I'm really not sure who is reading it. 

I'll continue to do it, daily, but I put a whole lot of time and effort, as well as creativity, into something that I'm not sure anyone is reading or appreciates. I hope I'm wrong, but as I said, I'm really not seeing much of anything, from anyone. For a site that likes to be said that it is a huge support site, I'm really not seeing that.....maybe it's just me.

Day 47

So, today I did everything I'm not "supposed" to.  I didn't work out. I drank alcohol and I ate a ton of stuff that was bad for me.  Not a single, solitary regret. We had a blast and I'll make it all up tomorrow and the next day. Every once in a while, in my opinion, I need a day like this. So, since I don't have anything to brag about DDPYoga wise, here is me and my amazing fiance and our awesome day!

Day 46 (I'm running out of snappy titles.)

So, I've known all along in this journey there were gonna be days that I didn't stick with the plan nutritionally. They'll be few and far between, but there will be days.  Tomorrow is one of them. Tomorrow, this Virginia boy who could care less about either team, will be headed to the Iowa State vs. Iowa game. I'll be tailgating starting early in the morning and I'll be drinking the majority of the day.

Jodi has been awesome enough to pack some nutritious snacks for me (have I ever mentioned how amazingly supportive she is) but I can tell you right now if our neighbor in our tailgating spot has a grill and offers, I WILL partake.

I worked out tonight and I'm gonna workout tomorrow, but I will be enjoying myself tomorrow once I get there.  It will be the first time in 46 days that I won't be worried about calories or anything of that nature. After the last two weeks I've had, I need it for my sanity.  I've been extremely hard on myself, I don't let up, I don't take breaks and I work my ass off. I need tomorrow. I will enjoy tomorrow.

Then, Sunday, I'll be right back to the program and right back to kickin' ass.

Look for some pictures during the day tomorrow, I have a feeling some will be funny. TeamDDPYoga may be replacing facebook for me.....I like you people more than most of my "friends."

45

Woke up.
Worked.
Ate.
Kicked ass. (Diamond cutter with zero modifications and zero unscheduled safety zones)
Watch my son play football.
Working again.
More ass kicking tomorrow.

44 days in.

16 days until the 60 day weigh in. The goal for this weigh in is 215, with a stretch goal of 210. 44 days ago I was at 252. 14 days ago I was at 232. Yesterday I was at 225. So my goal is 37 with a stretch of 42. That's with a couple (unplanned and unavoidable) days off in the week. It's not going to be easy. But I'm not going to change what I'm doing. I could easily "crash diet" the last five days and get to where I want to be.  But then I would just have the disappointment if some of it came back on. Plus, that's not totally what all this is about, it isn't all about weight loss. Granted, some of it is, but I'm going to keep doing exactly what I've been doing, because it's working. If I only get to 220, will I be disappointed?  Yes, I will, but that would still be 32 pounds in 60 days.  That's nothing to sneeze at. I'm ready for that scale to start with a 1. Even if it's 199.9, that's going to be huge for me. Mentally and physically. Seeing the 220's again was great for me. But instead of going "wow, I've lost almost 30 pounds in such a short time" I smiled quickly at the victory and moved on to the next chapter. The 210's.

I shouldn't be so impatient.  The results are there and will continue to be if I just keep doing what I'm doing (and trust me, I will) hell, I don't really have any clothes that fit anymore. Everything is too big, too baggy and just overall doesn't fit the way I like clothes to fit.  I sell clothes for a living, so I'm shocked my sales haven't declined because they look at me in my shirts that are too big and my pants that are bunching up and say "well, what the hell does he know?"

I already start to worry about maintaining once I get to where I want to be.  When I'm under 200 and have visible abs, how easy is it going to be for me to take a couple of days to "slack off?" That's why I'll just continue to set goal after goal after goal.  There isn't a finish line in this race, just checkpoints.

43-reality check.

The knee still hurts. It hurts bad. However, I've learned that I can take the pain. I've decided to remove my "ban" of certain moves in the workouts and will go back to doing them they way they were intended. It hurts, yes, it does, but the knee isn't weak, just in pain. I'm hoping the pain is temporary, because I'm not going to allow it to affect me any longer.  As a matter of fact, with the exception of follow ups when it comes to doctors, this will be the last time the knee is mentioned in this blog. I'm sick of it and I'm sure the few of you that read this are too.

I get asked all the time if I'm crazy. Not in a genuine insane asylum kind of way, but in the general way because of the way I do things. I don't have a filter from brain to mouth (or at least that's the rumor, I actually do, but I really don't believe in sugar coating things these days) I'm not intimidated by anyone regardless of their status, title or whatever they think makes them intimidating and I'm not afraid to tell anyone to "fuck off" whether figuratively or actually looking in their faces and telling them to fuck off. I've got a co-worker that thinks it's the best thing in the world and at least three times a week he posts things on facebook that have to do with me telling people to fuck off or saying that I'm an asshole and proud of it. I truthfully think that my brutal honesty is sometimes mistaken for being an asshole.  In today's world where everyone gets a trophy for participating, I just don't believe in that kind of crap. I still believe in separating the winners from the losers. I also don't really take a lot of shit from people, unless I know it will end up biting them in the end and they will end up screwing themselves without me having to do anything.

The point of all this is, I've tried to keep that brutal honesty off of teamddpyoga. I'm one of the first to go to someone's post and give a word of encouragement or a pat on the back. Which, I think is good. I think there are people out there that need that. I think it is what inspires them to keep going, "someone noticed me and said I was doing good, I'm gonna try even harder tomorrow." And that's great for them. But what about the "woe is me" people?  The ones who seem to have an excuse every day? I've had to log off of the page several times, especially in the last week or so, because there seems to be an influx of people with one excuse or another. What they're looking for is the pat on the back with someone saying "it's gonna be okay, you're still trying, you'll do better tomorrow." That's not really my style. And I don't think that's really what's effective in motivating someone, sometimes they just need some good God damned brutal honesty. The problem is, in today's world and especially with some folks fragile mental states, they can't take it.  They'll say they're being judged (of course you are, you are talking about everything you do on the internet and posting pictures about it, if you don't think you're going to be judge you're naive too) or that someone is being mean to them.  Honesty is not mean.  Honesty is the best thing you can do for someone. Honesty is what made you get off your ass and order the program.  Honesty is what made you take those six pictures.  Honesty is what made you do that first diamond dozen. Honesty with yourself. So why can't you take honesty from someone else?

Ah, I'm going off on a tangent here that probably spreads a lot further than just teamddpyoga. Sometimes I shoot off at the mouth (or in this case, fingers) and just keep going.  There's that "filter" I don't have.

But I can tell you this, if anyone who reads this blog that I put out daily and have for the last 43 days, catches me doing something I shouldn't or making excuses, I BEG you to call me out on it. You're not gonna get anything from me but a thank you. I weighed in at 225 today.  That's 27 pounds since day. 26 pounds away from my weight loss goal. So I'm over half way there.  And it's the honesty with myself that I've had on a daily basis that has gotten me there. And it will be that same honesty that will help me continue with my ongoing goals. Maybe there are a few of you out there that need a reality check. If I'm the one that gives it to you, I won't apologize for it, whether you thank me or not.

42

Got a funny story for ya in my short amount of time I have to write this before going to job 2.

This morning I overslept, Jodi had to call me to wake me up so I could get Piper up for school (she ended up not going, because she was sick) so I had to rush off to work. I was cussing myself on the way, because I thought, with today/tonight and tomorrow's schedule, there would be no way I'd be able to get a workout in.

Cussing, cussing, cussing on the way to work, then I realized, "wait, I've got the MP3s downloaded in my phone!!!"  So I got to work, took my tie off and busted out a Red Hot Core right there on the floor at work in my suit slacks and dress shirt. It was pretty awesome!!!

I've got nothin' else tonight, gotta go make some money!!!!

Keep on bangin!!!

41 days

Today almost felt normal again. Yeah, my knee is still screwed, but I didn't think about it this morning.  I woke up, worked out, had breakfast and went on about my day. I didn't hesitate, I didn't wonder "should I do this?" like I have for the last couple days, I just went back to the routine I had built before.  Wake up, kick ass, repeat.

Tomorrow is judgement day when it comes to my knee. I'm making one phone call to explain everything. If they move forward with the MRI, then fine, if they don't, then I'm just gonna deal with it. Is that the right thing? Probably not. But I'm a stubborn, southern SOB, so if I don't hear what I want to, I'm not gonna sit and piss and moan about it anymore. I'll just go forward, regardless of the consequences.

I'm seeing a lot of people on teamddpyoga that are getting frustrated and quitting. A lot of them are doing it after 30, 45, 60 days are more.  That's quite confusing to me. How to you dedicate yourself to something for an extended period of time and then just give up for no legit reason? I'm not judging, it just stinks to see people that I know have worked hard just call it quits because of who knows what.....I have no real point here, just rambling.

 I also have seen someone recently say that they put the work in for 30 straight days and have seen zero results, either on the scale or in inches.  That's impossible if you're doing what you say. If you're following the program both from the workout standpoint and the nutritional standpoint....how are you getting no results?  Something doesn't add up somewhere. I hope they get themselves on track and figure out where the first thirty days went wrong.

Tomorrow is going to be a long, long, long day. Day job at 9 am....leave there at 9pm, come home long enough to kiss my girls goodnight (if they're still up) and then head to the second job from 11pm until 7am. Maybe I'm nuts, but I don't care, it's just another one of those goals of mine...and I sure don't like missing goals.

40 days

If you do anything for 40 days, you deserve a pat on the back.

Yes, I've missed 2 days because of a knee injury, oh well, I've lost 25 pounds in 40 days, that's pretty good.

I'm exhausted, I've worked too much in the last 7 days, my fuckin' knee is killing me and I'm just wanting to see 199 on the scale (ps, I got the scale fixed today and I have lost exactly 25 pounds.)

I am tired, but damn it, I worked out today (fat burner with some modification [ie one legged pushups] due to injury) and I ate extremely well today.

I don't have a whole lot else to say tonight. And I'm sorry. I try to be entertaining with my blog, but I want to just spend time with my fiance, but I'm blogging because I feel like I have to.


Goodnight team ddpyoga, tomorrow will be more entertaining.

39-I've had enough.

So worker's comp won't cover my knee because they say insurance should cover it. Insurance won't cover it because they say worker's comp should. So guess who gets screwed......me.

Guess what, until one of them can figure it out, I'm just gonna work through the pain. I stopped before the last couple days because it hurt. Well, no one wants to fix me, I'm not going to let their incompetence make me get fat again because I can't workout.

I'm gonna be smart about it. There is a difference between uncomfortable pain and "I shouldnt be doing this" pain. I won't cross over into the latter.

Hell, DDPYOGA essentially helped a man walk/run again, what's a little knee tear?

So tomorrow morning, I'm back to every day. They don't want to help me, screw 'em, I'll help myself.

20.2 lbs in the first thirty days, I want that to be double by day 60. And by day 90, I want that scale (still haven't replaced ours by the way) to have a first number of 1. After 3 months, I no longer want to be a member of the 200lb club. Then, once I've made my weight, I want to sculpt. By day 120 I want to see abs. I want to see definition in my arms. I want to start looking the way I want to look.

You wanna talk about goals? BOOM, there's 3 for less than 3 months from now. None of that is going to happen if I let this knee (and incompetent assholes in insurance companies) get it my way.

Its my life, I'm gonna own the motherfu****!

Day 38-The Waiting is the hardest part (Imagine Tom Petty just sung that)

So, I hurt my knee Monday.  It's now Thursday.  I still have no clue what or how or when or any of that nonsense.  Worker's comp sucks, because there is so much red tape to go through to get anything done, it has slowed this pace to a crawl. If I hadn't said that I was at work when my knee went out, I would have already had a MRI and probably received the results today. Instead, I was still on the phone trying to get approval for one that I was told may take place at the end of next week, at the earliest.

I tried my damndest to workout today.  I just couldn't.  Within 5 minutes my knee was swollen and hurting. I know when to stop and today I had to stop.  It's driving me batshit crazy not being able to do the workouts that I had been accustomed to doing for the previous 35 days.

Something is gonna have to happen somewhere because I can't stand not doing it.  I'm still eating the same way that I was during this journey, I just can't workout like I was hoping to.  It's going to be a disappointing 60 day result if something can't change and quickly.  I'm not giving up just because of this damn knee, I just can't go as fast as I was. But I sure could go a hell of a lot faster if it weren't for this damn red tape with worker's comp.  Funny thing is, I tried from the start to NOT use worker's comp, but because it happened AT WORK, they're not giving me a choice.  What a system, eh?

Morning of day 37

I couldnt take another day of nothing. So I decided to try red hot core.

Granted, there were some things I couldn't do that required bending my knee too far but the leg lifts were fine because I was lifting with my abs not my legs, I tried but had the ugliest inverted table ever and my jackknife was a little lower than usual. On the final knee crunches I just did another round of scissor crunches instead, as having my legs extended hurt some, but not as much as if I tried to bend my right knee. One leg pushups are also interesting.

Maybe I'm stupid or hardheaded, but I can't just sit by and do nothing. Dally says "make it your own" so I did. Tomorrow I'll see what I can do with a longer workout. Until they fix my knee I'm gonna keep doing whatever it is I CAN do because, hell, I did nothing for long enough.

Day 36- Frustration and Disappointment

For those of you who read yesterday's post, you'll understand why I'm still not very happy.

I attempted to work my second job last night but finally at around 3 am, the pain and swelling were too much to take and I had to leave.  I got in to a specialist this morning and this is where the real fun began. They looked at it, said I needed a MRI (is there an echo in here?) and then when I explained I did it at work, they said they can't do anything else until worker's comp gets involved. I explained to them that I really wasn't interested in worker's comp being involved, I had insurance and that would be fine.  Well, they said no because when insurance saw it was done at work, they wouldn't cover it either.  Fantastic.

So, I go an make the calls I need to make.  Currently, I'm on the 4th person I was told to call. None of whom have helped me, one of whom has said she was going to call me back in a couple of hours, which is now 4 and she's no longer answering her phone. 

Today is the 36th day of my journey and the streak has been broken.  I physically can't workout as far doing DDPYoga, so I would like to see if there is any way to modify or do something else that will continue to help me on my journey, without putting the pressure on my knee.

Meanwhile, I'm going to continue to call and be given the never ending runaround. 

How was your Tuesday?

35 days-anger

I'm a pretty difficult person, but sometimes I think that my expectations are not unrealistic.

Bottom line, I'm quite angry with the local emergency room right now.

Today at work (yes, work on labor day) I took a wrong step and heard a crunch in my knee. I was in immediate pain and was hobbling around for the rest of the day (still am) and finally decided that I was headed to the ER because obviously, there were no clinics open.

I get there and get an x-ray. Then I'm taken into a room. (this is all over about two hours) In that room they tell me nothing is broken.  I said, "no shit, I didn't come in here for a broken leg" I was then told there was some serious swelling and it appeared there was some damage to something in the knee.  Again, I said "no shit, so when are we doing the MRI?" The response?

"We don't do MRI's, we leave that to specialists, so here are some crutches, a brace and some pain pills. "

To me, that is pretty irresponsible.  Why are you treating something you're unsure of what it is and wait a second, did you just say you don't do MRI's.?.......in a hospital?.....Ok....thanks.

Maybe I was irresponsible, but I left the crutches, the brace and the prescription sitting right there and walked out with no paperwork, no signing out, nothing.  Bottom line, they had done nothing for me.

I now have to attempt to go to my second job, which is going to be painful, because the local emergency room can't give me any actual treatment so I have to wait until tomorrow (hopefully) to get something done.

So am I angry?  You bet. Am I unsure about my future workouts?  Currently, yes. Do I think this venting is going to do anything to help?  Probably not, but we will see what tomorrow holds. As of right now, I'm still steaming mad.

34-confessions

So, I never should have talked about it last night, because tonight, it happened.  I had a work function to go to tonight, it was for the families and was at a bowling alley.  The kids all had a blast and it really was a good time by all. However, the only food option was.....yep, you guessed it....pizza.

That and the fact that I did eat 4 slices, is the bad news.  It was that or nothing, so I chose that and I did so with a smile on my face.....well, it was more of a smirk.

The good news, it was from a local grocery store's deli area, so in the grand scheme of things, nutrition wise, it could have been a lot worse.  It was thin crust and I got slices with vegetables on them (hey, it's something) and they came in at about 240 calories per slice.  Like I said, it could be worse.

Still didn't and haven't had soda (and won't.)  Still ate well and worked out earlier in the day.  So hey, shit happens. Sometimes you just can't help it. It wasn't from lack of willpower, it was that or go hungry, so I chose that.  That's what I'm learning daily from this, the choice is mine and I'm not gonna beat myself up over it. Bottom line.

Plus, I wore some damn sexy socks.

And I'm gonna bust my ass tomorrow. So yeah, there's my confessions.

33-Obstacles

Some people call them excuses. Some people call them reasons. The bottom line is, there are things that get in the way of success. It doesn't matter if it is professional, personal, whatever, obstacles will get in your way. Right now, I have quite a few getting in my way, trying hard to take me off track.

First of all, the sheer amount of hours that I work.  I worked 50 hours this week at my main job and another 16 at my second job.  That's 66 hours for all you math majors. That alone is extremely difficult, physically, emotionally and to be honest, psychologically. Since Thursday, I've gotten roughly 6-8 hours of sleep....total.  That doesn't help.

Also, I am in the absolute worst work situation at my main job that I've ever been in in my professional career. Not going to go into details, but its a mess and it is taking its toll.

We are extremely busy at my main job and keeping up with eating isn't going very well for me.  I'm not eating poorly, actually I'm eating extremely well, when I do eat, I'm just not eating enough. At all. Jodi and I figured that over the last couple of days, I've had maybe.....1300 calories a day....and that's stretching it. I just haven't had the time to lay several small meals out that I would normally eat over a 10-12 hour day, so I'm usually eating once instead of the three times that I would actually like to. The issue with this, outside of the obviousness of needing fuel for my body, is that I'm getting cravings.  Really bad cravings that I haven't had in a while in over a month.  My biggest one.....pizza.  Pizza was my favorite food. I could (and sometimes did) eat it 3-4 times a week. I haven't had any in at least 35 days, if not longer and with my body wanting food, it knows that it would get some satisfaction (even if temporary) from some cheese and pepperoni.  I'm afraid if this keeps up too much longer I'm gonna end up on a pizza binge, which won't be good for me physically or mentally.

Not to keep piling it on, but I'm also going batshit crazy without a scale.  Jodi says she's not going to buy one so I don't obsess over it and I've just been too damn busy to go get one myself.  I'm damn sure that I'm in the 220's by now and I really want to see it. Ugh! So, yeah, maybe she's right, I'm obsessing over it and it isn't even here.

I'm going to have to figure out something pretty quickly with this food situation.  I don't know if I should pack some protein shakes or bars to take to work just in case I can't get around to having an actual meal that I'd prefer or if I should just suck it up and deal with it when it happens.  But right now, I'm really struggling with that.  Everyone struggles with certain things.  A lot of people just don't have the drive to do the workouts, that's not a problem for me, it's clockwork at this point.  A lot of people just want to binge on crap, which is a small issue for me, but I've yet to do it (except that one time that was planned at the beginning of all this) but my biggest damn issue is, I just don't have the time available to eat enough.....how weird is that for someone trying to lose a pretty good amount of weight?

On the plus side, and since calories isn't a concern right now, I decided to buy a gluten free beer tonight.  I was honestly expecting the worst.  My thought was, you can mess with a lot of things and make them taste close to their original (tofu turkey anyone?) but beer was something you can't mess with. Well, honestly, I picked up New Grist pilsner style....and it is really, really good.  It isn't helping my cravings for pizza, but I've realized there is something I can have, beer wise, that isn't going to be terribly awful for me, in moderation.

Judge me, don't judge me. I'm still gonna do what I set out to do, obstacles or not. But I'm sure gonna TRY to keep doing the right things. I don't want to chance of ruining all the great habits that I've gotten myself into just for one night of food satisfaction that will make me feel like shit after anyway.

Any of you smart foodies have a good recipe for healthy pizza? I'd love to hear it!!

Until then....cheers.

Day 32....by proxy.

So, after Chris's long days at work yesterday and today...he came home from working two straight days, with only four hours sleep, and crashed hard.  I know he would wake up devastated that he didn't blog so I (future wife) decided that I should blog in his place.. .

I would like to take this opportunity to let you all know what an amazing, caring and giving man Chris is.  He likes to portray a tough image...but in reality he is a "softie".  This is a man who does anything and everything for me and his family.  To him, his whole journey is more "for us" than it it is "for him".  But for Chris, this is one in the same, US and HIM are the same.  He wants to be healthy for us and our future. He wants to be the best him he can be. 

He has amazed me every day with his dedication to this program and to maintaining it for the future.  I can tell this time it isn't a fleeting moment of  "I may be able to do this".  It is Chris's time to shine.  To do what he has tried to do in the past.  He WILL achieve his goals. Not because he wants to give me the "husband she deserves" but because he has the drive...the will to make those changes that last a lifetime.  It is for him...it is for us...it is for the kids...he WILL do this. 


At this time, one year from today, I will be Mrs. Manning...I don't care if he is 190 lbs and cut or 400lbs...I will love him with all my heart and soul.  As much as the first time I heard his voice, as much as the first time I laid eyes on him, I will love him unconditionally.  He is the man I am supposed to be with. 

BANG!

Day 31-keep on truckin'

I'm writing yet another one of these from my phone because I'm not going to have time between my day job and night job to go home and sit down to write this. I got to my day job at 9am, will be here until 1015pm and then head to my night job from 11pm until 7am and then back to my day job at 1pm until 9pm.

A lot of people think I'm crazy for doing this, but last night on DDP radio, Dally said that you have to always be setting goals. To me, that's not just about fitness and the program, its about life. Sure, I've got plenty of goals when it comes to Ddpyoga....I met one yesterday, I wanted to see results after thirty days, and I did. But the reason I'm working the way I am is because of a life goal. I want us to have the perfect wedding that we both want and I don't want there to come a time where we say "we can't do that" and it be because of money.

We both make pretty good livings, but between 4 kids, child support and our bills, saving thousands of dollars to spend on a one day event just isn't in our budget. So, I can work this second job, with most of the money going toward the "wedding fund." We get married a year and one day from today, so we can save up a pretty decent chunk and as long as I don't have to look at her, ever, when it comes to the wedding and say " we can't afford that" then all of this will be worth it.

Same goes for the morning workouts. I'm willing to sacrifice an hour of sleep when I've only gotten three to achieve my fitness and physical goals. I'm well on my way. I have all my goals set from day one until Aug 30, 2014. When that time comes, I will have new goals to set....in fitness, and in life.

What goals are you working toward?

30 days

It's here. My first thirty days with DDPYoga.

I woke up, crawled out of bed and went to step on the scale for the official 30 day weigh in. I was excited, I was pumped, I was ready to see some results.

I stepped on the scale and ......nothing. The scale was dead. It's a digital scale, so I can assume maybe the battery was dead, I'm not sure, but that was just kind of funny considering how long I've looked forward to this.  Maybe it just cements what Jodi has told me all along....it's NOT about the scale. So, I'll make sure I have a replacement before day 60, but I am just using yesterday's weight. (I know, I know, I'm not supposed to weigh every day....I'm sure glad I did in this case.

13.5 inches and 20.6 pounds lost in thirty days. I'm proud, but more than that, I'm motivated to continue to kick my own ass daily. I'm still a long way from where I want to be, but damn it, its working!

	07/30/13	08/15/13
Weight	252.8	232.2
Waist	39	37
Chest	46	43
Shoulders	52	51
Neck	17.5	16 ¾
Biceps	15	14
Wrist	7	7
Hips	45	43
Thighs	23.5	22
Knees	17	16
Calves	18	17
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29-One left until the big "reveal."

Ok, so that title is mis-leading.  I'm not really revealing anything....well, except my weight loss and increased fitness over the last 30 days. While, obviously, this journey doesn't come anywhere close to ending tomorrow. Tomorrow is the first step in the first chapter of a lifelong journey. Tomorrow I will be weighing and measuring first thing in the morning, then doing Diamond Cutter and then taking the 30 day pictures when Jodi gets home from work.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited. I can feel it in my clothes, I can see it in the mirror and I haven't been good about the "only weighing on 15 and 30 day increments" rule I set down for myself, so I know its there on the scale.  Doesn't matter....those pictures will be a lot of satisfaction for me.

I'm going to be doing two sets of pictures tomorrow. One with the same clothes I wore in the pictures I posted on teamddpyoga.com and one sans shirt (that I didn't post, basically because I was embarrassed at how far I'd let myself go. 

I got some great feedback on yesterday's blog about Jake Roberts. It was nice to hear some of the feedback and know that I wasn't the only one that was here because of Jake. I tweeted a link to the blog last night to DDP and Jake, I'd be lying if I tried to say that I wasn't hoping for a response.  Not because I'm interested in their collective 100,000 followers seeing it, but because I really, truly, hoped Jake saw it. Just in case he ever doubts himself, he can know that there is at least one person down there that he is inspiring.


Speaking of twitter, for all of you tweeters out there, I can be found @manning2379 on twitter.  I follow back, especially if I know you came from teamddp.

Big day tomorrow and I've got a beautiful woman upstairs waiting for some snuggling. So, until tomorrow folks.

28 days later-A snake charms me.

They say you can notice a change in your body in two weeks.  That's true.

They say in four weeks, others can start to notice. I can also tell you that's true as well. Four weeks today and I'm having people continuously saying things to me.  The "wow, you've trimmed up" or asking Jodi "is he losing weight?" Those are music to my ears. After almost twenty pounds, I'd think it would be tough for them not to notice, but hey, what do I know.

However, with body changes come the questions. "What are you doing? "Are you going to a gym?" "Are you on a diet?"  When I was doing Insanity, I really didn't want to answer these questions. I just wanted to say "yeah, I'm on a diet, I'm working out" and move on. I didn't want to say "yeah, I'm doing that thing they show over and over on infomercials at all times of the day and night.  Frankly, I was kind of embarrassed that a former professional athlete was now doing workouts from a DVD in my living room. So, I did them, hurt my knees further than they already were and gained back everything I had lost (which, by the way isn't as much as they tell you) within two months of being done with my "life-transforming 60 days."

After that I had an accident which had my wrist get sliced and an artery was hit, as well as destroying several tendons. According to the EMT's and the surgeon that fixed me up, I was anywhere from a minute to three minutes away from dying due to blood loss because of hitting the artery. After that, obviously working out was the furthest thing from my mind. Between having, essentially, a useless right arm for a little while and just being happy to be alive, I wasn't worried about my weight, I wasn't worried about eating right, I was just enjoying life with my kids and shortly thereafter met Jodi and was just in a whirlwind of emotions and knowing that I had just met the person I was going to spend a long, long time with (not gonna say the rest of my life, because at that point, neither of us was planning on ever getting married again....my, don't things change?)

Fast forward and I had that "aha" moment when I realized I needed to do something.  Between my knees from baseball and my wrist from before, Insanity or anything high impact, for that matter, was out of the question. Most people say that they came to DDP Yoga because they say Arthur's story. I'm not going to say I'm the only one, but I've got to be one of the few that isn't here because of Arthur's amazing story. As a matter of fact, I didn't see Arthur's story until long after I'd done my first workout. 

My inspiration for finding DDP Yoga was a little different. It goes back to my childhood. My inspiration for trying DDP Yoga was Jake "The Snake" Roberts.

I've been a fan of professional wrestling for 30 years. If they've been worth seeing in the last thirty years, chances are, I've seen 'em and seen 'em in person.

I watched Jake in Mid-South (although I barely remember) of course the pinnacle of his career in his first run in the WWF, then his shocking, but short run in WCW (anyone remember the Coal Miner's glove match against Sting?) then his return to WWF. What I wasn't aware of as a kid was his addiction and his challenges. Then the movie "Beyond the Mat" came out and showed where Jake Roberts got the inspiration for his character's darkside he was so famous for.....his real life.

I watched Jake's downfall and  I figured over the years, seeing a headline of "wrestler dead" one of my first guesses was always Jake. I'd reminisce with my dad about what an "evil bad ass motherf*****" Roberts was and how he was never quite given the recognition he deserved for his work on the microphone. In the 80's, everyone got their point across by screaming....brother. But Jake could sell you on a match and put a chill down your spine....never lifting his voice above a high whisper.

It was sad what happened to Jake. But then his old pal and former protege Dallas Page came calling.  The rest, as the cliche goes, is history.  But that history was just the beginning for me.  It was seeing what the program did for Jake (and continues to do) that got me inspired to take the plunge, so to speak. Seeing how Jake essentially was unable to do much of anything to now having plans to take one more shot on the big stage at the 2014 Royal Rumble.  Jeez, if it could do that for him....I can only imagine what it's gonna do for me. 

So, while so many people thank DDP (and I of course do, because it is DDPYoga, after all) I'd first and foremost like to thank Jake.  Without Jake Roberts and DDP Yoga, there would be no Chris Manning and DDPYoga. So Jake, thank you for changing your life, because you and your story inspired me to change mine.

Day 27-Support, where it is and where it isn't.

No one can do a life change on their own.  Whether they think they can or they can't, the brutal honest truth is, they can't. You have to have support in some way shape or form. In this life changing journey, I've found support from many places, some I expected and hoped for and some I didn't expect at all.  

Obviously, my main support is Jodi. It helps that my main motivation and my main support are the same. She's, as noted in this blog, social media and anywhere else I have a voice, just been amazing. From changing our diets, to our lifestyle and even giving me that kick in the ass when I need to go workout (that's 27 straight days of ass kicking.)

My kids think its so cool that daddy is working out and eating better. (though they do still wish we'd order pizza or go to McDonald's every once in a while.)

Even the folks at work have been pretty awesome with their support. A few of them have said they admire my discipline by sticking with it and are amazed at how quick I'm showing results.

I appreciate all the support I'm getting from the people important to me. It helps me continue to have the dedication to stick with this day in and day out. I assume (and hope) I'll be even more motivated after taking pictures in 3 days.

I've got 3 more days to bust my butt as hard as I can (not that I don't already) to get the optimal results for Wednesday. I'm going to weigh in the morning and take pictures at night. Can't wait to see the results for myself. The mirror, hopefully, isn't doing the results justice. 

Day 26

Looooooooooooong day. I've got to find a new "gimmick" for this blog bc after 26 days I'm not gonna fall "off the wagon" nutrition wise or with the workouts.

I'm on two additional belt loops now so I'm clearly losing weight. I'm looking forward to the day when I HAVE TO buy size 34 pants. All my 38s are loose.

I've lost 18 lbs as of today. In 26 days. I'm busting my ass.

She's gonna be marrying a hot piece of ass on 8/30/2014.

Day 25

5 days til 30 day weigh in and pictures. Can't wait.

Speaking of cant wait..... Jodi's dinner last night.....man oh man....I really should have taken a picture it was so good!! And dessert!!!! All amazing and all damn good for me!

Today is done and tomorrow will be diamond cutter!!!

24 (no, not the show)

Temptation. In my (not so) expert opinion, that is what makes people fail when taking on new goals. In nutritional and fitness goals, it's even easier.  Eat this, you can make it up tomorrow. Skip today, you've worked hard up until then. I don't feel good, I just need a day off. I'll feel better tomorrow. In the last 24 days, each of these has popped in my mind.  None of them have been successful. Because even though I have a goal, a set, attainable goal, this isn't about dieting or trying to make a small change.  I'm making a long-term, life change. When you are making a change for good, there are no days off, there is no "well, I can make it up tomorrow."  You've made the decision, you stick with it.  If you don't, that's up to you.

For the first couple weeks, temptation was pretty tough.  I felt like it was a victory each time I declined something I wasn't supposed to be eating.  Notice the language, "wasn't supposed to be."  Three and a half weeks in, it's not a "supposed to" its an I DON'T WANT TO. For example, at work today they ordered burgers, fries and all the stuff I used to be happy to eat.  Our big boss was in town and it was all on him. Instead, I ordered a spinach salad with grilled chicken with a tiny amount of dressing.  I can assure you an hour later I felt better than they did when that brick hit their stomachs.  It wasn't that I didn't think I was supposed to, I just didn't want to.

However, tonight was the night that my mother met Jodi's parents (I'm from the east coast, she's from right here in good ol' Iowa) and Jodi once again had an amazing meal prepared. Spinach meat (turkey) balls, fresh green beans (that were just awesome) and spaghetti.  I went easy on the noodles, but heavy on the greens and the turkey balls!

I did my workout early this morning (and will continue to every day) but tonight/tomorrow is going to be one of those tough days.  I worked the day shift at my main job and then have to go back for a meeting from 9-1030 and then my overnight job from 11p-7a....I'll get a few hours off before I have to return to my main job at 12 and work until 9p.  Somewhere in there I will own a workout.

Of course, now I look down at the time and realize I have to leave for my meeting.....see ya tomorrow.

23

For the last 22 days, I've spent a few minutes telling you about my day, my victories, my opinions and my progress. I've also spent those days bragging about my beautiful future wife and how supportive and amazing she is.

Tonight, I'm going to go hold her until she falls asleep in my arms.

(Don't worry, I ate well and did Fat Burner today)

Double duece-Victory

In this goal of changing my life (featuring Ddpyoga) today was the biggest Victory of all 22 days. Let me explain...

Last night/today was the day from hell. Actually, even those in help may have felt sorry for me. I went to work at my second job last night at 1030 pm. I was there until 7 am , then I came home, got my daughter ready for school by 8 and then .... You guessed it, busted my ass with a workout before I got myself ready for my main job at 9 am and was there until 6pm.

I was a zombie all day, but was still smiling because I was still dedicated enough that I still did a workout in the short amount of free time I had. My original plan was to do it after getting home but both Jodi and myself knew that I wasn't going to physically be able to do one after that long of a day.

Speaking of Jodi.....what a woman. She had dinner ready for me when I got home and then essentially put me to bed so I could sleep for a little while. I needed it.

You can't do this journey alone... And I've got the best partner you could ask for. Im thankful every day for her.

Lucky 21

Today was 3 officially weeks in. So, how to I celebrate?? Drenching myself by doing Diamond Cutter, eating right and sleeping most of the day.

Today is my second overnight at my second job (you know...the one to pay for the wedding) and I essentially work from 11pm tonight until 6 pm tomorrow if you count having to leave my second job to go to my first job. Because of that, I had to alter my sleep schedule to make sure I could make it that long.

Today started off with me driving an hour west to see my 5 year old's first ever day of school.  With having a teenager and now her being in school, I officially feel old. After coming back though, I knocked out DC like a champ. It hurt, I was tired but I sure felt good.

In 9 days I'm really looking forward to seeing exactly how much progress I've made, in measurements, weight and pictures.  But until then, I'm gonna spend the next 9 days busting my ass for there to be as much progress shown as possible!

Until tomorrow....

Day 20-Accountability

I do this because I want to. Not because I feel like I have to look a certain way or I think Jodi wants me to look a certain way. I want to look the way I'm going to look when I keep this up. It's strictly about desire. About heart. About dedication and determination. It's getting my ass up when I'd rather lay in bed. It's about eating what is better for me, not what is convenient and looks good on TV (and we all know, it never looks in person like it does on TV.)

I'm not a slave to what I'm doing.  If I decided right now that I wanted a burger from McDonald's, I would get my happy ass in my car, drive to McDonald's and get a burger.  I don't want that.  So when I read, on a daily basis, these excuses from people about "it's gonna be hard....."  Yeah, I said that too. I was wrong.  It isn't hard, IF YOU WANT IT.  If you don't want it, then stop complaining about it and just live life however you want to live it.  If you actually want it, then not having that fast food, isn't a sacrifice. Not having those four sodas, isn't a sacrifice. You're not sacrificing if you're doing something that you want to do and something that is good for you. 

If you screw up.....your best course of action is to do something about it, whether it be an extra workout or better planning.  However, going on and on complaining about how you screwed up....what's that gonna do? You made a choice, make a better one next time, or fix it.

We are all here for a variety of reasons.  We let ourselves go, we have health issues, we want to be stronger, more flexible, more toned. The bottom line is, I made a choice. Life is a series of choices that we are accountable for, right or wrong.  This is the cold hard truth that people don't want to talk about. Willpower, or lack thereof, is bullshit. Deciding what you are going to do to achieve your goals and what you've set out to do and making the right choices is what it's all about.  Excuses, whining and passing the blame are as bad as the garbage we used to put in our bodies.

I've stepped up. I'm accountable.  Who's with me?

20

Day 19-Dedication

Today was my son's 13th birthday.  For months, he's been wanting to go to this decent burger joint in town. When he started asking a few months ago, it was no big deal. Over the last three weeks, it started having me worry. This is a place where everything is fried, includes bacon and an obscene amount of cheese. Even the salads have just ridiculous crap on them. I had my half a cheat day eleven days ago, so today was not going to be another.  However, I wasn't going to take his birthday lunch away from him just because of the plan I'm on. I've said plenty of times, I don't want anyone else to have to "sacrifice" because of what I'm doing. 

Luckily when we got there they had some alternative options on the menu.  Instead of the greasy burger, you could substitute it with a veggie burger, a portabello mushroom or a chicken breast.  My first instinct was the shroom or the chicken, but I decided to go with the veggie burger. I figured, what the hell, I've had them before and they were good.  Well....this wasn't before.....and it sucked.  It tasted like unseasoned cardboard (not sure why you would season cardboard, but I think you get the idea.)  It was awful.  So I doused it in mustard and choked it done, all the while he had a big smile on his face enjoying his bacon monstrosity where the buns were actually grilled cheese sandwiches and washed it down with an enormous milkshake.

A week ago, I would have probably just gotten a regular burger and figured I'd be "good" the rest of the day.  Two weeks go, I'd have just said screw it, gotten the burger and partaken in one of the two baskets of fries on the table and probably gotten a shake as well.  Today, the thought of even taking a bite of his burger kinda made me a little sick and I never thought twice about it. 

I'm dedicated.  I'm seeing results. I don't want the crap anymore. (Not saying I won't enjoy an occasional piece of chocolate or some really good cheese.) I like.....no, I love how I feel.  And I'm strongly beginning to like how I look.  Why the hell would I want to risk any of that for something I don't need?  I didn't.  And I'm not going to.

That's dedication.

Day 19....couldn't help it

Day 18-Inspiration

I've lost 15 lbs in 18 days.

You want to talk about inspiration? Take a guy, getting closer and closer to 40 with every breath. A guy who, what feels like a couple years ago, but in reality was 15 years ago, was a world-class professional athlete. That guy has seen the scale yo yo year in and year out.  One day, this guy decides enough is enough. Enough of the bullshit, enough of the excuses and enough of the quick fixes. This guy decides that he's gonna make the final life decision to get back where he belongs, once and for all.  In shape, presentable and proud to look in the mirror.

That guy is me. 

For 18 days, I've been disciplined, I've been focused and I've been damn near perfect in what I set out to do. The results are there. I'm putting in the time.  I will continue to put in the time and the effort. Regardless of what situations are around me or affecting me, I will no longer allow my health and fitness to be put on the back burner. It's not a diet, it's not a quick fix, I'm not watching a commercial telling me that they have a 60 day "cure-all," I'm changing my life. For the betterment of myself, for the betterment of my kids and for the betterment of the love of my life and my best friend.

You want inspiration?  You're not gonna see it in pictures, stories, blogs or posts on a message board.  You'd see it if you were in my living room at 6 in the morning.  You'd see it if you watched me at lunchtime when everyone of my co-workers is scarfing down the crap I used to put in my body. You'd see it when I put on clothes that used to be tight that are now getting too big.  You'd have seen it last night when I worked my overnight shift, having to pull my jeans up because even with my belt on the last loop, they were falling down all night.

Some people talk the talk.  Some people take a short portion of the walk. And then there are the few of us. The very miniscule few that are completely committed. We have one thing in common for sure, the person we look to when we press play. The one of many tools that we use to do what we set out to do. We all come from different walks of life, have different stories and different reasons for doing what we do, but we do it for the same reason.....we're committed.

This blog is here to document my journey. It isn't the fanciest, I'm not posting a lot of videos with graphics and intros. I'm not doing it for anyone else.  If I end up inspiring anyone else along the way, AWESOME.  But in this journey, I have to be selfish. I have to do it for the reasons that I have, not for anything else. So, when I look for inspiration, I don't need to look any further than my own household.  My love, my kids and my mirror. That's my inspiration. And it's more than enough for me.

Day 17

This is gonna be a quick one. 14lbs lost in 17 days is a huge success. I can feel myself getting stronger and I'm on the right track.

Tonight is my first overnight at my second job, just gotta maintain the nutritional habits I've developed over the last two weeks and all will be fine.

More tomorrow

And on the 16th day, Chris created a video.

So......this morning I posted a video. It was extremely early in the morning and to be honest, I just wanted to clip the portion that showed that it was Diamond Cutter that I was doing.  It was the last 1/4 of the workout and I had busted my ass for 40 minutes or so at that point.  I was spent at that point.  But I said I was going to put a video up and I did.  No problem.....then I watched it.  Wow.  I've got a long way to go.  I felt like I had seen a physical difference, but if I do, then I'm glad I didn't do a video two weeks ago. 

I debated for most of the day on whether or not to take it down. Honestly, it's embarrassing. I really loved the part where I wiped the sweat off my face with my shirt. That was GREAT! *end sarcasm*

Well, whether it was me trying to impress both people that would view the video or just my continued determination, I kicked my own ass this morning with DC and I've been feeling it ever since. 

I got a text from Jodi this morning saying "any idea for dinner tonight?" I responded back with a two word text "Turkey Burgers."  Well, of course being her amazing self, Chris had turkey burgers tonight and they were amazing.  Mixed with spinach and served with cooked zucchini.....I was a happy (and full) boy.

Tomorrow, just to keep with my schedule I originally created, I'm going to weigh and measure (my calendar is going on the 15th and 30th of every month) I'm looking forward to that, but not expecting too much of a difference since I just weighed two days ago. 

I'm beyond the struggles with food and things like soda now....now it's just a matter of continuing to put in the work and seeing the results.  Thanks for coming along the journey folks, we've got a long way to go.

Day 16

I'm nowhere near where I want to be, but I'm getting there and I'm a hell of a lot closer than I was!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4QH8yiLEmI&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Day 15-weigh in

15 days in. 19 workouts. 14 and a half days of healthy eating. 15 days of no soda. 15 days of changing my life.  I'm proud to report that in 15 days I've lost....... 10 pounds!!!

10 pounds down, 43 to go to be at where I want to be.  I don't expect to be 20 lbs down on the 30 day weigh in, but I wouldn't be shocked either.  What I like about this ten pounds versus losing ten pounds in the past is that this has been done the right way. No gimmicks, no starving, no bull shi*. Just plain and simple hard work.

Tomorrow morning I will be taking my first video. Scary.  Even more scary is that I'll be doing Diamond Cutter!!! It will be my 3rd time doing DC and each time it has kicked my @$$.  I'm looking forward to it doing it again in the morning.

I don't have a whole lot else for now, it's just nice to see that all the hard work is paying off and I'm forever thankful to Jodi for supporting me, as she will continue to do.

Look for my first video tomorrow!

14 days

14 days in. Another awesome workout followed by healthy eating.

What I'm trying to decide now is, do I weigh and measure tomorrow or do I wait til the 15th as originally planned. I've got a night of sleep to decide but I'm leaning towards waiting til the 15th and then doing it with pictures on day 30.

Any suggestions?

All of my clothes are getting looser by the day it seems. A pair of shorts I bought about a month ago will hardly stay up (38's at that!) And all my shirts, even the slim fit ones, are starting to feel baggy. Is this really possible after just 14 days? Apparently so.

I was talking yesterday about getting a couple new suits but Jodi (who swears she can already SEE a difference) kinda made me wonder if that would be a good idea seeing as I plan on continuing to lose and if I hit my goals, I will be a size, if not two full sizes smaller. She's so smart.....I think I'm gonna keep her.

Lucky 13

13 days. 13 straight of not only doing DDPYoga, but 13 straight days of proper nutrition and eliminating the "bad stuff" (with the exception of the planned event on day 10.)

I feel, physically, better than I have since I was a teenager. Mentally, I'm still struggling sometimes. I haven't had a soda in two weeks now, but I'm trying not to force my lifestyle change onto anyone else, so I will still let the kids have an occasional soda and today, out of old habit, nearly poured myself a Coke.  To be honest, I'd have been better off mentally had I went to McDonald's and ordered two McDoubles.  Neither is going to happen, but apparently all that talk yesterday of "habits" came back to bite me today.  It almost got me.  I wonder how long it really will take before there is zero desire and zero thought given to the "junk" I used to consume.

I'm getting better about not wanting anyone to watch me do the workouts, this was the second morning in a row that I let my 5 year old watch me. She got a kick out of seeing me do "down dog" and even tried to do it herself.  I got a chuckle with sweat dripping down my face.

Jodi topped herself tonight with another amazing dinner.  Pork loin and my favorite vegetable of all time, BRUSSEL SPROUTS!!!!! I just finished them off before sitting down to write this. Even in the past, I've always loved them and I'm certainly glad that is something I don't have to give up. I know, I know, I'm kinda nuts, most people hate them...I'm not most people.

This is going to be a tough week, I officially started my second job today (to pay for the wedding) but starting Thursday, I will be working two overnights a week on top of my normal job which is 45-50 hours a week. One day in particular, this Friday, is going to be a whole lot of planning on my part and I'm essentially going to have to "sneak" a workout in. I work from 11pm Thursday to 7am Friday morning, then have to get my daughter off to school and be at my main job by 10 and work until 6. THEN, I have to drive an hour to pick up my son for his birthday. So I will essentially have a window between 7 and 9 to get a workout in after working an 8 hour night.  Guess, what, I'll find a way, because it's gonna happen. There aren't going to be any days off. My next day off from the workouts will be 8/30/2014.  That's a long way away, but its gonna happen. It must, I'm taking the choice away from myself and will continue to follow through.  I've already put in too much effort to do anything otherwise.

12....twelve

What is it they say, that it takes 21 days to form a habit?  Or is it 14? Not really sure, but I can assure everyone who reads this that 12 days in, doing DDPYoga, daily (occasionally twice a day) is already a habit. At least its a good one, right?

I woke up much later than usual this morning, didn't have to be to work until later and the kids were kind enough to let us sleep in a little bit. The time of morning made no difference, I walked downstairs, re-filled my water bottle, put the DVD in and pushed play. Never even thought about it...just did it. I gotta admit, that's pretty darn cool that this is now a part of my life, like showering or getting ready for work. It's just something that I do. I actually, technically did DDPYoga longer than this "last time," but I took days off, was trying to follow the 13 week program to a "t," but this time, like Dally says, I've "made it my own." It definitely works better when I'm in control and it is something I WANT to do, not something I feel like I HAVE  to do. If I want to do Diamond Cutter, I do it, if I want to do Energy with Red Hot Core on the end, I do it.  If I want to do just Red Hot Core, I do it. Every second of it is better than the alternative of being sedentary.

Everyone's story is different, including all of mine each and every time I've tried something, but this time it's different. I'm sure everyone says that each and every time they try or start something, but it's kind of like meeting the right person, when you know, you know and all the stars have to align and everything has to be in order and the timing has to be right. That's how I feel right now, I just know that this time it is for real. Kinda cool.

I know that I'm supposed to be inspiring and motivating and if my story is helping anyone, that's an awesome bonus, but currently, I'm pleased, heck, more than pleased, with the inspiring that is going on under my own roof and in my own head right now.

Once the kids start school again, I'm going to be adding videos to this journal. Some may be me doing the program, some may be just me running off at the mouth like I'm some kind of expert and some just may be something silly, because this journey is about more than fitness, more than weight loss and more than DDPYoga, it's about me and my family and that's what inspires me.  The looks I get from her, the admiration in my daughter's voice when she mentions that daddy is working out, even my, soon-to-be teenage son, trying to be smartass and picking on dad for doing "yoga" but when I ask him if he thinks he can do it, he responds with "no, that looks hard."

Yeah, the primary goal is about the day that is 352 days from now, but there's more that continues to be added to it every day that just continues to make it, all of it, worth every single second.

1+1 does not =11

DdpYoga, food, work, time with Jodi and friends. They're drunk, I'm drinking water and writing this from my phone. 

That's my day. I wouldn't change it. 

Tomorrow will be the same, without the drinking. As will the next 353 days. (Except I will do some drinking between now and then.)

So, this is the most uninteresting blog I'll post during this journey. You're welcome.  

However, after last nights planned debacle, I decided to not wait for the 15th and go ahead and weigh-in. 7.2 lbs down, 1 inch off my waist. In 11 days. 

Yeah, it's worth it. 

Day 10

So....yeah, day 10 came and went, nothing major....except the Iowa State Fair.......

So, call it what you want, call it a "cheat day," call it "falling of the wagon." Whatever you want to call it. It was a planned bad day. It was the reason for the two a days the last couple days. Call it preventative maintenance, call it whatever you want, it happened. Once. One day out of 364.

My amazing, supportive, beautiful, loving bride-to-be has an addiction ya see. It's called the food at the Iowa State Fair. If she had a choice between me and the fair, I'm fairly certain she would choose the fair. (Hopefully I'm wrong, I'm only half sure.)

We missed last year because it was right before she had surgery on her hip. We had plans to go with all of our friends and we couldn't because she simply wasn't going to be able to walk that much without being in major pain.  One year and one surgically repaired hip later, we were going.  Bad timing, I know. Not going to make excuses. I voluntarily went. I voluntarily ate ALOT of stuff that wasn't good for me. I also knew for a week that I was going to.  It doesn't take away what I've done for all the days prior including this morning leading up into this evening. I don't apologize, I don't make excuses. I made the love of my life happy and while I'm typing this, a happy, sleepy girl is next to me. That's bringing a smile to my face.  However, I will work harder tomorrow then I did the previous ten days. I will work harder each day than I did the day before. This wasn't a "whoops, I couldn't control myself, I've got to start over," it was a choice I made and a choice I'd make again to not ruin her experience at something that's important to her.

Tomorrow was supposed to be one of the "special occasions" where I drank alcohol. That's out the window. I'll have water, thank you. Tomorrow morning while many of you are sleeping, I'll be doing Diamond Cutter (and will tweet Dally, hopefully prior to his tweet of the day asking if "you've done your ddp yoga."

So bottom line, I'm going to bed tonight with a full stomach, a clear mind, an even bigger drive and determination than I woke up with and a hell of a beautiful woman beside me.  Today was still a win.

 

My favorite number.....9

Just finished the second of two workouts for the day. (For those keeping count, its 12 in 9 days.)

I'm pretty much beyond the point now of worrying about nutritional slip ups, I'm in a routine and I like the way I feel. I'm feeling results, so it's just a matter of keeping it up. I don't crave soda, I give myself enough sugar that I won't all of a sudden want to binge on Hershey bars and I'm eating enough small meals during the day that I don't truly get to where I feel like I'm "starving" except when I first wake up in the morning (obviously sleeping is the longest amount of time I go without eating in a 24hr stretch.) Of course the best part of the day, most days, has been to see what Jodi has planned for dinner!! Tonight was no exception. She just keeps being awesome....I'm pretty sure she doesn't know how to be anything else but awesome (but don't tell her I said that, she'll get a big head about it.)


So, everyone has different stories and different motivations. Take a look at www.teamddpyoga.com and you'll see thousands of different stories as to why people are "owning their life" and have embraced the program. Some are doing it for weight loss, some to heal from injuries, some to gain strength or flexibility and some just because they like trying every fitness thing they can.

Well...for me, being out of shape or even "fat" still seems like a foreign concept.  It shouldn't, I've struggled with weight for over a third of my life now. But like everyone else, I had my "glory days." I still see myself as the same guy in those glory days. I played professional baseball. I was pretty damn good, too. When I was younger, I had a heck of a build, muscles on top of muscles (in some places,) certainly wasn't ashamed to take my shirt off in public. Could do push ups, pull ups and run all day long. Then, what seems like all in just one day, it all went away.

My loose 34 pants became 36's...shortly after 38's.  My son is born, then my daughter, shortly after I bought my first pair of pants that had a waist size in the 40's. I decided, in my mid-20's that I was still young enough to give baseball another shot (I left the game voluntarily)and gave myself six months to get back in shape. Physically, I got to, pretty close to where I was in my late teens, but my arm was gone.  My 90+ mile an hour fastball was not even hitting 80. It was a hard reality, but I was no longer an athlete.

I stopped working out. Again. Stopped eating right...again. I focused my energies on my work and my kids and I actually did quite well at both, but the weight kept coming back on. 38....40....42. When I started with my company 11 (almost 12) years ago, I was a size 44 in the jacket.  At one point in my career, I bought a 50.  That's a huge difference.  One I was never happy with.

It didn't go unnoticed by me. I'd do little things here and there for quick fixes.  When I got to 42 pants, I'd starve, give up sodas or do whatever to get back to a 40, hoping for a 38.  Then, slowly but surely, I'd be right back again, bigger than before.

I don't like being called "big guy."  I did't like having people jokingly pick on me about my weight.  I didn't like helping a guy in the big and tall section and having him say something along the lines of "yeah, guys like US have to do what we have to do." But I never did enough to change it.  Always something, never enough.

Back and forth for over a decade.  One quick fix after another.  Nothing permanent. This excuse or that excuse.

Then came the day I asked and she said yes. Then I started preparing mentally for the change.  Not the quick fix, not the temporary change, the permanent, life-altering change. 

I have someone who loves me unconditionally she won't love me a single ounce more if I have sculpted abs on our wedding day, just like she wouldn't love me any less if I showed up that day weighing 300 pounds.  She loves my kids as if they were her own and she is an amazing mother, spouse (close enough, we live together) and most importantly, best friend. I treat her like a princess and I spoil her in every single way I can (don't belive me?, ask her, she'll back me up) and this, this journey, this change, this new me, the end result, will be just another in the many ways I show her that I love her.  That I can be better for her. But also, that I can be better for me...once and for all.

Day 8

8 days down. 10 workouts in. 2 today including "Diamond Cutter" for the first time. I THOUGHT I was getting the hang of this until tonight.

Anyone who happens to read this who isn't familiar with DDPYoga, this should tell you everything you need to know.  I did Insanity all the way through a couple of years ago.  I had more sweat coming off me tonight doing Diamond Cutter than I ever did on any Insanity workout (although they were tough, not gonna lie.) So if anyone thinks "oh, it's just yoga..." think again.

Today was my day off from work and I had the three P's all day.  I woke up this morning and sent Jodi a text saying "I'll just do my workout tonight after I drop the kids off." Easy enough, right?  WRONG.  Without guilting me whatsoever, she reminded me that I said yesterday I wanted to do two workouts today.  That was all she needed to say, I got up, nailed the first workout and went on about my day.  Yeah, she's that inspiring.

Tomorrow I'm gonna post a little more personal blog dealing with my other reasons for doing this, besides the obvious (if you don't know, read the title of the blog, to give her a husband she deserves) but there are other reasons to and as a published author and writer of roughly around 600 articles for publications ranging from national to hyper-local, I'm pretty sure I can put into words what goes through my head when I want to crawl into "safety zone" or just turn the damn DVD off, or pickup that candy bar or cheeseburger. Along with reason A (Jodi), these are the other reasons that I'm going to finally change all this, once and for all.

Until then...BANG.

Day 8

First ever diamond cutter..... Yowsa!

7

I couldn't have made it through today without her. She just always knows the right things to say or do to make it all alright. Guess that's why I'm marrying her, huh?

Loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong day. I'm not going to turn this into a blog where I'm bitching about work left and right though, so I'll just leave it at that.

Early AM, knocked out "Below the belt." That makes 8 workouts in 7 days. Gonna try for two tomorrow to make it an even ten in eight days, but we will see how the day goes. The kids go back to their mother tomorrow, so that will make early morning workouts easier, but I'll sure miss them. Get em back in a few days though.

I can feel my body changing ever so slightly.  My pants today were looser, my vest (I usually wear 3-peice suits) had to be tightened just a little bit.  It's all starting to come together one week in. I can only imagine two week, three, a month and so on.  It's all for that one day.  For her. For me. For us.

Still killing it on the nutrition side.  Didn't get to stick with my routine I've developed over the last week (breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner) actually only ate three times today, but I made up for it with a big hunk of meat for dinner.  It may or may not have been the ideal dinner, but I know it wasn't bad for me and it sure tasted darn good. I got home really late and Jodi was exhausted from her day (even though her amazing self STILL offered to make something for me) I just decided to simplify it and make something I've been craving and something pretty darn amazing.

One week in I've forgotten that this is a challenge and now its all about changing my life.  It's working.  It's worth it.

Day 7

This is what you eat when you work a 12 hour day and don't hardly get to eat. Real blog later. 

One, two, three, four, five AAAAAAAAND 6!

Six days. Six days in a row of doing what I needed to do. Six days in a row of doing the right things, good things for me, for my family, for my health.

I don't work a lot of Sundays, but today was the exception (first in over two months.) That in itself was already a challenge. Working Sundays sucks. No other way to describe it. I work for a very large retail men's clothing company (here's a hint, until recently, our commercials ended with "I guarantee it") and Sundays are just a day where if something bad is going to happen, it does. So, I knew that it was going to be a challenging day before I even got there. Reality, it wasn't so bad. But my mindset prior to going in put me in a semi-foul mood before it even started.

I got up this morning to do my workout and right as I was about to hit play "Cranky 1" and "Cranky 2" (our new nicknames for our daughters) decided it was just the right time to come ask me for breakfast. Well, of course when the little girls ask, usually daddy says yes. So I got them all set and told them the living room was off-limits until I told them otherwise and I was on the floor in Pinfall ready to get to work..... then here comes "Space Cadet" (not really her nickname, I just made that one up....out of love, of course) our 10 year old daughter who was ready for breakfast too!! AAAAAArgh. Fine, no matter how old they get, the daddy/daughter rules apply. So I got her all settled and finally got to do my workout.

Guess what, the day went great from there.  Work could have been a whole lot worse and when I got home the amazing healthy chef (aka Jodi, my amazing beautiful fiance) had an idea for an insanely delicious meal that came perfectly together and she, once again, raised the bar on this "healthy eating" gimmick.

I've completely decided that I'm not stepping on a scale until 8/15, and then not again until 8/30, then the 15th and 30th of each month, so on and so forth. I haven't stepped on the scale since day 3 and I know that doing so will possibly frustrate me a little bit, because I'm the kind of person that wants results right then and there.....RIGHT NOW.  I know that to do it right, it ain't gonna work that way this time, but it will all be worth it.  The scale (and pictures) is there to help motivate me and show me the work done, but if I use it incorrectly, it could hinder and frustrate me. It's just another think, like DDPYoga and healthier eating, that I've got to stick to, not just think a little hard work will go a long way....NOPE...a LOT of hard work will go a long way.  363 more days of it....for starters.