So, why did I stop? Why does anyone stop? That I can't tell you. Back on the horse, feeling good, having waded through a valley that I rarely come out of when it pertains to health and fitness. It's entirely possible this was some sort of form letter, but regardless, as far as encouragement goes, I couldn't ask for more. I was greeted with the following message a few hours later: I took the photo you see above, and posted on the DDP Yoga Facebook page because if you can't tell by now, I crave attention like a commanding officer entering the barracks. I put on a shirt I knew was too tight on me when I was in college, and low-and-behold, it fit wonderfully. I weighed myself for the first time in months, and found I was hovering at a nice, odd, 270.8 pounds, down 20 pounds from the last time I stepped on the scale, and down quite a bit more from my all-time high water mark of 320 pounds.
I don't know what my modeling boss is going to say when they see there is far less of me than last time, but hey, if I get to hear "You're too skinny!" for the first time in my life, it'll be worth it. I worked and worked, mixed Yoga with golfing and hiking, and other physical activities I never liked, but now found myself at rviceable at, and actually enjoying my 'active' lifestyle. On days I was sore or busy, Red Hot Core. "Well," I said, "The only thing that would stop you from feeling like a big poop would be to start again, right?" She smiled at these words of encouragement.Īnd in a rare moment of someone actively taking their own good advice, just like that, I was back on the wagon. Second, a friend of mine who was doing a "Couch to 5k" stopped the program, and upon asking her about it, she said she felt like a big poop for stopping. If I couldn't work my creative muscles, I would work my actual ones. I did not want to be one of these people again. I like something, get into it, get out of it, then never go back. Whether or not it had anything at all to do with his various demons and shenanigans, it hit me a bit. First, I read Scott Hall no-showed an event. Then, two things happened about a month ago.
People added me on Facebook based on the previous two DDP Yoga entries here, and I preached what I lapsed in practicing. People complimented me on the weight loss while I was buying junk food from Wal~Mart. I fell out of DDP Yoga the same way a hung person falls out of their boxers - I was flopping around feeling like the world's biggest dick before I knew it. All the mostly healthy choices I made turned into 'some' healthy choices, and I found myself at Wendy's eating a god damn delicious Pretzel Pub Chicken sandwich I swore I'd never eat again.with a large Dr. My daily yoga went from every other daily yoga, to changing the workout from the longer, more intense "Energy" workout to the easier and shorter "Red Hot Core". This isn't why I stopped, but it was a good an excuse as any to not continue. Of the fingers the shine comes off the apple.Īnd then.I was hired at a clothing model.Ībout three and a half months into my DDP Yoga adventure, I was hired (presumably by a blind person) to wear and model fat guy clothes to the tune of 25ĭollars an hour, and all the polo shirts I could eat. Me out? I'm half ready to propose on the spot. Mind? I watch everything Tarantino did within a week. Medical professionals refer to as a serious chemical imbalance, has pros andĬons. Thus, what I call being a hopeless romantic, and what Spend 40 minutes getting cardio in a different way, if you get what I'm
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Popcorn at the movie theater, turned into skipping my workout to go Those romantic relationships turned into romantic dinners, turned into I had more energy and thereby took on more responsibilityĪt work, I was churning out a novel's worth of writing content for WhatCulture and got burnt out right quick, and happened into a couple of romantic relationships with women It was a day in which I displayed a confidence I didn't know I had.įor a time I was bad with that confidence. The photo on the right was taken 20 minutes before a date with a very lovely girl with a degree in environmental sciences and an affinity for adventures and cheesy movies and third base. It was 5 months after high school graduation. You can't tell in the photo, but within moments of the picture on the left being taken, the right back leg of the chair I was in collapsed under my own weight, and I spent the night passed out in a three-legged chair.
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