Current Facebook status:
Jon is going to the gym tomorrow morning before work. You can help him, by making sure to ask him tomorrow, "how was the gym before work?" That way, he'll be socially pressured to carry out his plan. Or lie to you. Either way, you'd be helping become a healthier person or a better liar.
So, update tomorrow. Wish me luck.
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Off the grid for a while...
I'm heading on a little vacation until the 23rd, so Project Spite is officially on hiatus. I'm going to try my very best to eat well and keep active while I'm gone.
Let's see what happens when I take a 10-day break from the bathroom scale.
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(PS: Went to a jiu jitsu course on Friday and Saturday, and a full club session on Monday night... the ankle still feels unstable, but I'm encouraged by the progress. We'll see what it feels like after my trip.)
Let's see what happens when I take a 10-day break from the bathroom scale.
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(PS: Went to a jiu jitsu course on Friday and Saturday, and a full club session on Monday night... the ankle still feels unstable, but I'm encouraged by the progress. We'll see what it feels like after my trip.)
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday! Inadvertent Rest Day!
Meant to go to the gym after work yesterday, but instead got caught up in an elaborate plan to distract my friend Steph while two other friends smuggled her birthday present into her apartment and assembled it therein ('twas a fancy IKEA desk).
Today will similarly be a write-off, as I have some plans that can't otherwise be shifted around. Will try to hit the gym tomorrow in the late morning, before heading off to Kingston for half a jiu jitsu weekend.
(Will my ankle hold out? It's been 5 weeks; time to take it out for a non-spraining spin.)
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Today will similarly be a write-off, as I have some plans that can't otherwise be shifted around. Will try to hit the gym tomorrow in the late morning, before heading off to Kingston for half a jiu jitsu weekend.
(Will my ankle hold out? It's been 5 weeks; time to take it out for a non-spraining spin.)
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Back Day!
Whatever follows, know ye reader that I had Thai buffet for lunch. Yea, though it was unhealthy, it was delicious.
Now to the gym:
1) Warm-up, elliptical, 13 minutes @ 154bpm
Back:
2) Pull-ups, 8 (to failure)
3) Assisted pull-ups, 50lb assist x 3 sets x 10 reps (~130lbs)
4) Seated Row, 87.5lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
5) Barbell Row, 100lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
6) Lat pull-down, 90lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
7) Standing Row, 135lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps*
8) Reverse Flys, 15lb dumbbells x 1 set x 10 reps**
9) Back (hyper) extensions, 1 set unweighted, 3 sets x 10 reps x 25lb plate.
* - I'm not sure if 135lbs accurately reflects the weight I was pulling here, but I can't interpret the cable machine in any other meaningful way.
** - One set of reverse flys was enough to demonstrate that I'm not 100% sure how to do them correctly, so I decided to stop before I hurt myself or someone else.
Abs:
10) Sit-ups, 3 sets x 15 reps
11) Leg raises, 3 sets x 10 reps
Thoughts on Tuesday:
- It occured to me that Goodlife may be sponsored by Colgate, because there are ads for teeth-whitening EVERYWHERE. How did they know to target-market to the vain?
- I work on the 10th floor of a building, and ran up the stairs today in an effort to beat my coworkers, who had taken the elevator, to the top. I successfully ran eight flights, but basically pulled myself up the last two floors using my arms and the hand rail. I irritated something in my throat doing this (there's some construction going on in the building, so I might have breathed in something crappy?), which became really awkward when I had to speak to opposing counsel on the phone about an upcoming case. I couldn't stop coughing, and had to keep apologizing to the lawyer. "... how old ARE you?" she asked. "27," I replied. I tried to explain about the stairs and the construction, but I think she just thinks I have the Swine Flu and am in denial about it.
And that's Tuesday. Tomorrow, arms.
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Now to the gym:
1) Warm-up, elliptical, 13 minutes @ 154bpm
Back:
2) Pull-ups, 8 (to failure)
3) Assisted pull-ups, 50lb assist x 3 sets x 10 reps (~130lbs)
4) Seated Row, 87.5lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
5) Barbell Row, 100lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
6) Lat pull-down, 90lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
7) Standing Row, 135lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps*
8) Reverse Flys, 15lb dumbbells x 1 set x 10 reps**
9) Back (hyper) extensions, 1 set unweighted, 3 sets x 10 reps x 25lb plate.
* - I'm not sure if 135lbs accurately reflects the weight I was pulling here, but I can't interpret the cable machine in any other meaningful way.
** - One set of reverse flys was enough to demonstrate that I'm not 100% sure how to do them correctly, so I decided to stop before I hurt myself or someone else.
Abs:
10) Sit-ups, 3 sets x 15 reps
11) Leg raises, 3 sets x 10 reps
Thoughts on Tuesday:
- It occured to me that Goodlife may be sponsored by Colgate, because there are ads for teeth-whitening EVERYWHERE. How did they know to target-market to the vain?
- I work on the 10th floor of a building, and ran up the stairs today in an effort to beat my coworkers, who had taken the elevator, to the top. I successfully ran eight flights, but basically pulled myself up the last two floors using my arms and the hand rail. I irritated something in my throat doing this (there's some construction going on in the building, so I might have breathed in something crappy?), which became really awkward when I had to speak to opposing counsel on the phone about an upcoming case. I couldn't stop coughing, and had to keep apologizing to the lawyer. "... how old ARE you?" she asked. "27," I replied. I tried to explain about the stairs and the construction, but I think she just thinks I have the Swine Flu and am in denial about it.
And that's Tuesday. Tomorrow, arms.
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Monday, November 2, 2009
Monday, Chest Day!
I had a music teacher in high school who would get very upset if his students in a band or choir were struggling during rehearsal time in order to learn parts. "Homework is for home," he would tell us, and the message was clear - in order to make music, each individual in an ensemble needs to do their own legwork on their own time. Rehearsals were for putting it all together. Otherwise, precious ensemble time gets wasted in order for individuals to catch up.
That being said, while I'm enjoying my time with Jay immensely, I think it's incumbent upon me to make sure that I'm putting in enough gym time on my own so that our time together is spent fine-tuning and exploring new ground, instead of rehashing things that I should be practicing on my own.
Anyway, here's what happened at the gym today:
1) Warm up, elliptical, 10 minutes @ 154bpm
Chest:
2) Bench press, 135lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
3) Declined bench press, 135lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
4) Inclined bench press, 105lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
5) Barbell pullovers, 55lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
6) Dumbbell chest flys (inclined), 30lbs each x 3 sets x 10 reps
7) Bosu Ball push-ups, 5 sets x 10 reps
Abs:
8) Sit-ups, 3 sets x 15 reps
9) Leg raises, 3 sets x 10 reps
And, that was my day. My favourite part was when I was doing chest flys, set a dumbbell down, and watched it roll away. My first instinct was to look sad, and call after it, "So long, lamp!"
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That being said, while I'm enjoying my time with Jay immensely, I think it's incumbent upon me to make sure that I'm putting in enough gym time on my own so that our time together is spent fine-tuning and exploring new ground, instead of rehashing things that I should be practicing on my own.
Anyway, here's what happened at the gym today:
1) Warm up, elliptical, 10 minutes @ 154bpm
Chest:
2) Bench press, 135lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
3) Declined bench press, 135lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
4) Inclined bench press, 105lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
5) Barbell pullovers, 55lbs x 3 sets x 10 reps
6) Dumbbell chest flys (inclined), 30lbs each x 3 sets x 10 reps
7) Bosu Ball push-ups, 5 sets x 10 reps
Abs:
8) Sit-ups, 3 sets x 15 reps
9) Leg raises, 3 sets x 10 reps
And, that was my day. My favourite part was when I was doing chest flys, set a dumbbell down, and watched it roll away. My first instinct was to look sad, and call after it, "So long, lamp!"
[180.2, a significant spike over yesterday's 177.6.]
Thursday, October 22, 2009
TRIP REPORT: Extreme Fitness
Due to an incongruence in scheduling, my Goodlife membership expired on October 15th, and will be renewed on November 1st.
To bridge the gap, I'm currently enjoying a 10-day membership at the swanky, premium Delisle Club (part of the Extreme Fitness chain of gyms). Truth be told, I like Extreme a lot. I will comment on the following two points:
Towels Everywhere!
The towels at the Delisle club are both large and plentiful, whereas at Goodlife, I am often treated like Oliver Twist when requesting one. While I often have to offer up my membership card as collateral at Goodlife for the pleasure of drying my sweat where the sweat of 10,000 meatheads has tried before, there appears to be a towel shelf around every corner at the Delisle Club. And the towels are large! I can now cover BOTH ass-cheeks while walking back and forth from the showers, instead of having to choose between left and right.
Cardio Machines + TV!
Cardio sucks. It is boring and tiresome and makes me weary. Having the opportunity to watch television on the stair climbers, ellipticals, treadmills and exercise bikes, however, helps pass the time enjoyably. I often wonder, though, how many people at fancy gyms get caught watching softcore cable pornography while rockin' their cardio workout? (For the record, I watched UFC, which I suppose is akin to porn of a particular variety.)
To make a long story short, the Delisle Club is massive, fancy, and features many lovely amenities. If you can get over the sticker price, I would totally recommend it.
I should also mention that, as a bit of a recovering Lefty, I believe that every community centre in Toronto should be like the Delisle club. Alas, they are not, and it doesn't count to our favour as a society.
To bridge the gap, I'm currently enjoying a 10-day membership at the swanky, premium Delisle Club (part of the Extreme Fitness chain of gyms). Truth be told, I like Extreme a lot. I will comment on the following two points:
Towels Everywhere!
The towels at the Delisle club are both large and plentiful, whereas at Goodlife, I am often treated like Oliver Twist when requesting one. While I often have to offer up my membership card as collateral at Goodlife for the pleasure of drying my sweat where the sweat of 10,000 meatheads has tried before, there appears to be a towel shelf around every corner at the Delisle Club. And the towels are large! I can now cover BOTH ass-cheeks while walking back and forth from the showers, instead of having to choose between left and right.
Cardio Machines + TV!
Cardio sucks. It is boring and tiresome and makes me weary. Having the opportunity to watch television on the stair climbers, ellipticals, treadmills and exercise bikes, however, helps pass the time enjoyably. I often wonder, though, how many people at fancy gyms get caught watching softcore cable pornography while rockin' their cardio workout? (For the record, I watched UFC, which I suppose is akin to porn of a particular variety.)
To make a long story short, the Delisle Club is massive, fancy, and features many lovely amenities. If you can get over the sticker price, I would totally recommend it.
I should also mention that, as a bit of a recovering Lefty, I believe that every community centre in Toronto should be like the Delisle club. Alas, they are not, and it doesn't count to our favour as a society.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Physiotherapy update, the second!
Ankle stability continues to improve... hopefully back to a point next week when I can comfortably train on it.
Alas, my corporate membership for Goodlife is expired, being between cycles on October 15th until November 1st. Until then, I have been gifted with a 10-day pass to Extreme Fitness, whom I intend to visit tomorrow for the first time ever.
Review to follow.
Alas, my corporate membership for Goodlife is expired, being between cycles on October 15th until November 1st. Until then, I have been gifted with a 10-day pass to Extreme Fitness, whom I intend to visit tomorrow for the first time ever.
Review to follow.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Physiotherapy update!
Went to physiotherapy last night, at the doctor's referral.
The good news is, they think that my ankle will be fine to train on in a few weeks - I was basically told, "if it feels okay to train on, then it's okay to train on."
More updates as they become available, but I'm pretty pleased. Maybe I'll only have lost four weeks' training time when this is over!
The good news is, they think that my ankle will be fine to train on in a few weeks - I was basically told, "if it feels okay to train on, then it's okay to train on."
More updates as they become available, but I'm pretty pleased. Maybe I'll only have lost four weeks' training time when this is over!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The Man with No Ankles
Well, it turns out that the sprained ankle has totally derailed my cardio plans. Weight training continues as usual, and I happily discovered the magic that is the assisted pull-up machine the other day.
Of course, Thanksgiving weekend has passed. Despite four solid days of feasting, I have managed to stall my weight gain at a single pound.
Going to try to reduce carbohydrate intake this week. Results as they become available. Off to the gym!
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Of course, Thanksgiving weekend has passed. Despite four solid days of feasting, I have managed to stall my weight gain at a single pound.
Going to try to reduce carbohydrate intake this week. Results as they become available. Off to the gym!
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Saturday, October 3, 2009
Disaster Strikes! - 12:15 edit
Quote of yesterday,
Jay, my personal trainer, at my suggestion that we should use my ankle sprain as an opportunity to make me a ridiculously top-heavy beast:
Jay: "Yeah, this'll be an opportunity to pump up your forearm and grip strength. You'll be able to one-inch punch a shark."
Indeed.
Jay, my personal trainer, at my suggestion that we should use my ankle sprain as an opportunity to make me a ridiculously top-heavy beast:
Jay: "Yeah, this'll be an opportunity to pump up your forearm and grip strength. You'll be able to one-inch punch a shark."
Indeed.
Disaster Strikes!
I sprained my ankle at judo on Wednesday night.
Rather than let this derail my fitness plan, I'm going to try to make this into an opportunity to maximize efficiency in my training regimen. I can imagine three fairly large challenges that I'm going to face this fall as a result:
1) I've been training for a jiu jitsu grading on November 28th. The doctor said to stay away from sports for 4-6 weeks, which means I'm going to lose that training time;
2) The ankle thing is going to make it a bit hard to do cardio;
3) Since I assume that I'm going to be less active, I'm going to have to modify my diet to better suit that inactivity.
So, there we have it. A new challenge on top of an old challenge. Wouldn't have it any other way.
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Rather than let this derail my fitness plan, I'm going to try to make this into an opportunity to maximize efficiency in my training regimen. I can imagine three fairly large challenges that I'm going to face this fall as a result:
1) I've been training for a jiu jitsu grading on November 28th. The doctor said to stay away from sports for 4-6 weeks, which means I'm going to lose that training time;
2) The ankle thing is going to make it a bit hard to do cardio;
3) Since I assume that I'm going to be less active, I'm going to have to modify my diet to better suit that inactivity.
So, there we have it. A new challenge on top of an old challenge. Wouldn't have it any other way.
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Thursday, October 1, 2009
On Leadership
Tuesday fared better than Monday.
My plans to play squash after work were stifled somewhat by the fact that a windstorm had knocked out power lines to the Goodlife gym close to my work. Despite the fact that there was (mostly) no power to the building, my friends and I were still allowed in. The courts were too dark to actually play a game, but we rallied by the light of the gym's skylights.
Have you ever played squash in the dark? I can't recommend it. It's a bit like playing a night baseball game under really dim lights, and losing the ball in the night sky.
Anyway, we were kicked out of the gym after about half an hour, and we retired to a local pub for dinner and drinks. My three companions ate chicken wings and beer, while I sipped water and ate a delicious roasted vegetable, goat cheese and chicken salad.
I got home around 6:30, and was feeling a bit lazy. Sitting at my computer desk, I had resolved to skip the gym when I struck up a conversation with a junior belt who trained at my jiu jitsu club this summer.
Short version of the story: this junior belt, while a great, hardworking guy, is training against his body type. In this regard, he reminds me a lot of myself - and I think I've taken an interested in his jiu jitsu career because I see him dealing with all of the same issues that I have dealt with, and continue to deal with.
I was just about to tell this guy that I was skipping the gym, when I realized that if our roles were reversed, I would push him to fight inertia (see? A theme!), get out of his chair, and go throw some weights around.
So that's how I ended up at the gym on Tuesday night. Fuck inertia.
... the next post in this blog will deal with the issue of my ankle, and whether it's sprained, broken, or made from unbreakable robot parts. I'm inclined to believe A, hoping against B, with C as a dim possibility.
Details soon.
(PS: All-time low weight this morning. w00t.)
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My plans to play squash after work were stifled somewhat by the fact that a windstorm had knocked out power lines to the Goodlife gym close to my work. Despite the fact that there was (mostly) no power to the building, my friends and I were still allowed in. The courts were too dark to actually play a game, but we rallied by the light of the gym's skylights.
Have you ever played squash in the dark? I can't recommend it. It's a bit like playing a night baseball game under really dim lights, and losing the ball in the night sky.
Anyway, we were kicked out of the gym after about half an hour, and we retired to a local pub for dinner and drinks. My three companions ate chicken wings and beer, while I sipped water and ate a delicious roasted vegetable, goat cheese and chicken salad.
I got home around 6:30, and was feeling a bit lazy. Sitting at my computer desk, I had resolved to skip the gym when I struck up a conversation with a junior belt who trained at my jiu jitsu club this summer.
Short version of the story: this junior belt, while a great, hardworking guy, is training against his body type. In this regard, he reminds me a lot of myself - and I think I've taken an interested in his jiu jitsu career because I see him dealing with all of the same issues that I have dealt with, and continue to deal with.
I was just about to tell this guy that I was skipping the gym, when I realized that if our roles were reversed, I would push him to fight inertia (see? A theme!), get out of his chair, and go throw some weights around.
So that's how I ended up at the gym on Tuesday night. Fuck inertia.
... the next post in this blog will deal with the issue of my ankle, and whether it's sprained, broken, or made from unbreakable robot parts. I'm inclined to believe A, hoping against B, with C as a dim possibility.
Details soon.
(PS: All-time low weight this morning. w00t.)
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Monday, September 28, 2009
Monday Update!
Going to the gym before work:
FAIL. My alarm went off at 5am; I turned it off, rolled over, and went back to bed. Alas, this is a habit I'll have to work hard to break myself out of.
Jitsu:
SUCCESS. As usual, jiu jitsu was a blast.
Batting .500 today, which is good enough to get me to Cooperstown.
I should probably mention that I dropped by the tailor shop after work to ask a tiny old Italian man to make 7 of my shirts into slightly smaller shirts. All told, this venture has cost me $105, and that's only about half of my work wardrobe (not counting suits). Losing weight is making my pocketbook lighter, too, but I guess it beats heart disease and diabetes. I guess.
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FAIL. My alarm went off at 5am; I turned it off, rolled over, and went back to bed. Alas, this is a habit I'll have to work hard to break myself out of.
Jitsu:
SUCCESS. As usual, jiu jitsu was a blast.
Batting .500 today, which is good enough to get me to Cooperstown.
I should probably mention that I dropped by the tailor shop after work to ask a tiny old Italian man to make 7 of my shirts into slightly smaller shirts. All told, this venture has cost me $105, and that's only about half of my work wardrobe (not counting suits). Losing weight is making my pocketbook lighter, too, but I guess it beats heart disease and diabetes. I guess.
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Sunday, September 27, 2009
Inertia - the silent killer.
Inertia, as I remember from Grade 12 Physics (9 years ago) and Wikipedia (35 seconds ago), is the resistance of mass to a change in its state of motion.
I generally don't have a problem with performing exercise - I love jiu jitsu and judo, and enjoy my time at the gym. Thanks to the miracle of the iPod, I can also deal with running outside (something I hated when I was younger).
I also enjoy the benefits of exercise, and the feeling of accomplishment after a hard workout.
The hard part for me has always been overcoming the inertia - the desire to crash out on the couch after a hard day at work, or to nap through a martial arts class, or to skip the gym in order to watch television (thankfully, I don't have cable, so this isn't a huge possibility). At the end of the day, I can still sabotage all of my good intentions by getting complacent and lazy. Everything else is manageable in its own way, but inertia can kill you, in its own way.
Below is my exercise plan for this upcoming week. By writing it down (I think, I hope?), I think it will be easier to plan for and follow, and harder to cheat. Here goes:
MONDAY
Gym (morning, before work)
Jiu Jitsu – 7:30pm to 9:30pm
TUESDAY
Gym (after work)
WEDNESDAY
Gym (before work)
Judo – 7:30pm to 9:00pm
THURSDAY
Gym (after work)
FRIDAY
Jiu Jitsu – 8:00pm to 10:00pm
SATURDAY
Jiu Jitsu Course – 1:00pm to 5:30pm.
SUNDAY
Personal Training (9am-10am)
Will update during the week with commentary. I don't think this is overly ambitious.
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I generally don't have a problem with performing exercise - I love jiu jitsu and judo, and enjoy my time at the gym. Thanks to the miracle of the iPod, I can also deal with running outside (something I hated when I was younger).
I also enjoy the benefits of exercise, and the feeling of accomplishment after a hard workout.
The hard part for me has always been overcoming the inertia - the desire to crash out on the couch after a hard day at work, or to nap through a martial arts class, or to skip the gym in order to watch television (thankfully, I don't have cable, so this isn't a huge possibility). At the end of the day, I can still sabotage all of my good intentions by getting complacent and lazy. Everything else is manageable in its own way, but inertia can kill you, in its own way.
Below is my exercise plan for this upcoming week. By writing it down (I think, I hope?), I think it will be easier to plan for and follow, and harder to cheat. Here goes:
MONDAY
Gym (morning, before work)
Jiu Jitsu – 7:30pm to 9:30pm
TUESDAY
Gym (after work)
WEDNESDAY
Gym (before work)
Judo – 7:30pm to 9:00pm
THURSDAY
Gym (after work)
FRIDAY
Jiu Jitsu – 8:00pm to 10:00pm
SATURDAY
Jiu Jitsu Course – 1:00pm to 5:30pm.
SUNDAY
Personal Training (9am-10am)
Will update during the week with commentary. I don't think this is overly ambitious.
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Monday, September 21, 2009
Comment of the Day
A yellow belt at my jitsu club, upon seeing me for the second time in four months:
"So... did you lose all that weight... on purpose?"
Why, yes. Yes, I did.
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"So... did you lose all that weight... on purpose?"
Why, yes. Yes, I did.
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Sunday, September 20, 2009
The Story of Project Spite
What is Project Spite? Let me explain.
By way of introduction, I would love to write something along the lines of, “I've always struggled with my weight.” But that's not really the truth. That phrase is something that people use to justify their status quo, whatever physical condition that happens to be. The truth is, I never struggled with my weight (or fitness level) until very recently. If it was a fight, it was one-sided, and I was behind on the judge's scorecard for a very long time.
I have always been a bigger dude, but also very active, and I assumed that my weight/shape were essentially fixed. I ate whatever I wanted, when I wanted to, and justified my diet (or lack thereof) in a variety of ways. The results weren't optimal at the best of times, but when I came back from a vacation in British Columbia this May tipping the scales at around 220lbs (bear in mind, I'm around 5'7”), I knew I had to make a change. After all, I have a family history of heart disease, diabetes and stroke – I know the Reaper is going to get me on one of those eventually, but why make it easy for him?
To make a long story short, at the end of May 2009, I had a very bad “free consultation” with a personal trainer at Goodlife. I think his playbook looked something like this:
Sit the dupe down in your office.
Make dupe feel bad about himself. Use computer modelling of fat people whenever possible.
Show the dupe a cable machine, have him try a woodchopper.
Get distracted by a cute girl in the gym.
Sit the dupe back down in your office again.
Imply to the dupe that he can't get into shape without you.
Sell the dupe a year's worth of personal training sessions at a total value of THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS.
When the dupe balks at the price for your services, offer a payment plan.
Honest to G-d, it was a higher pressure sell than when I bought my car. I thanked the trainer for his time, and told him that I just couldn't spend that much money on something that doesn't have four bedrooms or go from 0 to 100km/h in 5.1 seconds. He insisted on scheduling a follow-up consultation, the purpose of which I presume was to show me how paltry my best efforts were compared to what I could achieve with his services, and give him one last opportunity to make a sales pitch. It would be in a month's time. I got the hell out of there as quickly as possible.
And that's how “Spite Month” was born. I resolved to work my ass off for 30 days, concentrate on eating well, and lose as much weight as possible, just so I could throw it in the trainer's face.*
(*for the record, I'm not against personal trainers. In fact, I'm using the services of a fantastic one right now. I just resented the sales pitch, and the negativity that the personal trainer at Goodlife used to try to scare me into retaining him. I felt like at the time, I needed to prove to myself that I could direct my efforts towards my personal fitness without being compelled to spend hojillions of dollars in the process.)
So here we are. It's been 3.5 months, which is why “Spite Month” has been renamed “Project Spite.” I like the idea of “Project Spite” much better – I don't want to put a timeline on my efforts. From Day 1 this has been about making positive, sustainable lifestyle changes.
Which brings us up to the present moment. I'm planning on taking a bit of time out as often as possible to document the Project, and keep myself accountable. Again, it's less about your need to read, and more about my need to write, but I hope you'll check in every once in a while.
Welcome to Day 116. And on we go.
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