First Quarter of 2012

I could shave had a better first quarter.  I started out strong, spending a good bit of time the first few weeks of January sticking with Power 90; doing the workouts and following the nutrition plan.  I felt great, I loved that I was sticking with my plans of spending a year with Tony Horton.  Then, it happened; something I wasn’t expecting but something that wiped every ounce of energy and motivation I had out of my system.

I came down with pneumonia.

For those of you who have never had the sheer pleasure of dealing with pneumonia.  It was by far the worst thing I have ever experienced.  My body ached, I couldn’t breathe, and I spent minutes coughing thinking I may never catch my breath again.  I would go through periods of time where my body would be on fire, and then absolutely cold within an hours span of each other.  I spent days and nights on the couch, barely able to stay awake.

One night, about two weeks into having pneumonia I thought I would join friends out and about.  I wanted to get out of the house, and it was a unusually warm for January.  I parked my car on the second level of the garage.  Went out and met my friends.  As we hung out, I kept feeling worse and worse, having a hard time walking and breathing.  We finally parted ways, and I was on the ground level of Easton.  Cringing, realizing that I had to climb stairs; I did the stairs at my normal click and then once I got in my car spent thirty minutes trying to catch my breath.

I spent the following two weeks once I got home, in bed.

Finally, towards the middle of February I began feeling better.  I could walk around, I could let Lola outside to use the restroom; without taking thirty minutes to walk to and from the door.  I could walk from the parking lot to my office, and I didn’t feel like I was going to die. I was feeling better, but not completely myself.

I wanted to start out slow, bringing myself back into the fitness fold.  A little elliptical here, a little weight lifting there; nothing so strenuous that I would begin to regret my eagerness.  The slowness really helped get back into the swing of things, I’ve been spinning quite a bit.   Spinning is the one exercise that I absolutely love; as long as the music is fantastic.  I love the way my legs and glutes feel after the glass.  Now, it’s time to restart Power 90.  It’s time to get back into the swing of things, and really build my body, and in turn my BeachBody Business.

I would never suggest pneumonia as a weight loss method for anyone; however, the only benefit of having pneumonia is the extreme amount of weight loss that happened over the course of the month.  I lost twenty pounds! I could fit into clothes I bought a long time ago, and clothes that were slightly baggy were extremely baggy after the fact.  That amount of weight loss has helped spur my fitness journey forward.

2012 Beachbody Goals

I’ve spent a little under a year being a BeachBody Coach.  I’ve not devoted a lot of time to it; or myself.  There are all kinds of excuses I could put out there; work was busy, I deal with a  lot in my personal life, etc, etc, etc.  The truth is I just didn’t make time to make the business profitable for me.

In 2012; it’s time for goals.  You know those goals that you can break down into actionable items.  I am going to create some short term and long term goals, and really work into making this a business that I can use to help people, and in turn help myself.

My short term goal for 2012: become an Emerald Coach by the end of March.

My long term goal for 2012: be a success club five member for nine months.

Each goal is attainable, each goal is actionable, and it’s something I feel I can do as a part time job.

It’s 19:00 and it’s already getting dark…

I have a love/hate relationship with the weather change.  On one hand, I absolutely love the cooler weather.  It’s more enjoyable to be outside, the humidity has begun to die down, and you can do more without being in absolute misery.  On the other hand, I hate it getting darker earlier.  I realize that my likes and dislikes are opposite each other, and that I’m beginning to sound like my parents; but I really wish I lived in a climate where it was 70 degrees year round.

The weather change is wonderful; when you can open all of the windows in your condo and feel the gentle breeze blow through the house.  The breeze cooling your body down as you jump through an insane Insanity workout.  The breeze aiding in your thirty seconds of recovery before the next interval.  It is a magical feeling.

I realize that Insanity is supposed to be tough.  That Insanity is for those who are fit, and capable of doing the workout.  I realize that I don’t necessarily fall into the “fit” category; yet…  That my workouts are intense, not only because I’m a lazy slob, but because I abandoned all of my fitness work prior to today.

Sure, there’s some muscle left; but nothing like before.  I wish that I had the strength then as I do now.  I wish I had the strength to keep up my gym routine after the trainers. I wish I had the strength to finish my first round of P90X.  I wish I was more athletic in high school.  All of those wishes, and all of that regret isn’t productive.

I can only focus on the here and now.  Right now I am dedicated to getting my fitness back on track.  Right now I am dedicated to inspiring others take their first steps on their fitness journey.

It is easy to let negativity and pessimism invade your thoughts.  It’s easy to focus on the things you can’t do well instead of the things you have accomplished.  I choose not to let negativity and pessimism sidetrack my goals.  I choose to accept that I may not be perfect, but I am working on my strengths.  I accept that with every failure, there is an opportunity to learn and do better.

Take the workout tonight for example, I was able to power through the warmup and not stop once.  However; I still struggle with the level one and level two drills.  I don’t stop the workout because I can’t do them.  I modify, I push through the interval, and I accept that I am making progress.  I do as many as I can to begin the interval and then when I can’t go further I do pushups.  Once I recover through the pushups I get up and get back into the level one and two drills.

Each time I am able to do more and more; by the end of the program my goal is to have one full minute without modification.  Even though I am doing a Shaun T program, I still hear Tony Horton in my head.  His motto of “Do your best and forget the rest” is something everyone should know.  It’s a motto everyone should practice.  It’s a slogan I’ve tried to incorporate into my day.


I adopted Lola back in February of this year; she was probably close to five weeks old, even though the pound said she was closer to ten weeks.  I had no idea what I was getting myself into really.  I thought the puppy would be easy, something you could mold and form into the perfect dog.

I was wrong; she has her own personality, needs, and hangups.  Adopting Lola has been a family affair.  My parents help take care of her when I am in the office, in a way we almost split custody with her while I am working.  We do this because she has some major separation issues.  I am sure that part of it arises from the fact she was adopted out so young, and the other part I have read just deals with being a Beagle.

She is incredibly stubborn but intelligent; a chow hound to the extreme.  If there’s people food to be had, she can devise a way to blitz attack to grab it out of your hand before you even realize it’s gone.  She’s learned that if the child gate is facing the inside she can take her nose and hit the lever up, and then run through the gate.  She’s learned that she can open the kennel if it’s not closed thoroughly.  She even mastered the “I have something in my mouth that I shouldn’t have so I am going to run to the opposite side of the table so you can’t catch me” move.

I had her with me in the condo this weekend; giving my parents a break and letting me spend time with her.  Because she’s still a puppy she has to taste everything that’s on the ground; no matter what.  To her a leaf is a delicacy.  After that she will treat herself to a  five course meal of mulch and dirt.  This behavior keeps her on a leash when she’s out and about.  It’s easier to control where you don’t want her to go when you have her next to you.  The condo community that I live in has a dog run; Lola’s never been to a dog run before.  She’s really never been off a leash to run around because of the whole eating dirt thing.

I thought that this might be some great exercise for her; and it might be a way for me to wear her down so I could get in my Insanity workouts.  I was wrong, the thirty minutes twice a day in the dog park didn’t wear her out.  She was a little hesitant at first, but finally got into it once she realized she could run around.

Anyways, I cut this video of her playing over the weekend.  It’s kinda very amateurish right now (it was my first iMovie, movie).  I have a bit to improve upon.

Beyond Lola, I am still working towards my goal.  I feel like I am getting stronger in Insanity.  I am kind of disappointed in the amount of weight I have not yet lost though.  I keep pushing through though.  I need to get myself prepared for Out & Equal.  I don’t think that there will be a huge transformation, in terms of my body for the conference.  It would be nice though to be around 195 versus my 203.  I am sure that’s totally doable.  I just need to focus in on the diet a lot more.  I need to avoid the twelve pack of soda my mother bought for me over the weekend, and focus on the water.

I’m saying focus a lot.  I feel like the Christopher Meloni character in Runaway Bride.  Yes, I just threw a pretty poor movie reference out there for you. I tried to find a YouTube clip and failed.  Essentially, it’s mumbo jumbo used to focus on yourself instead of the outside world and the line in the movie was “Focus on Maggie” and I can just hear myself saying “Focus on Shawn”… Crikey..

Anyways.  Until tomorrow.

Graduation and Cardio Recovery

Last night I had the opportunity to attend my brother’s graduation.  He was graduating with twenty other men and women from the police academy.  He attended my four previous graduations, so I had to but also wanted to attend this one for him.

It was nice seeing him finish the program.  It was a long time coming, he seemed proud.  He had a few friends come up and watch him graduate as well.

We took a photo of the two of us; he can’t smile worth a damn, never has been able to really… I don’t quite understand why; but needless to say here we are together.

Anyways, during the initial part of the ceremony the students gave awards to each other.  They gave an award to the oldest student, they gave an award to their favorite instructor.  Then they gave an award to Trent.  They essentially gave him the clumsy award. It’s no secret that we’re both kind of clumsy; we both really have no rhythm, and our balance is something to be desired.  However; he’s literally changed his body to reach his goal.  He shed a lot of weight.  He changed his diet, and he started running.  I am quite proud of what he was able to accomplish.

After the ceremony, it was quite late.  But, we hadn’t had dinner yet; so we went to O’Charley’s for dinner.  I ate sensibly.  Had unsweetened iced tea; and only one of their delicious rolls.  I didn’t have soda, soda is my cocaine.  One sip and I go into a soda coma; where I would’ve killed a twelve pack in just two hours.

We all have those things that send us over the edge right?  I hope so at least, I’d hate to think I am the only person in the world that has consumes a trigger and then wakes up in a pool of soda.  I don’t think I am; but who knows.

After all the pomp and celebration, I went home, changed into my workout clothes and pressed play.  If he could work to achieve his goals, how could I let my younger brother one up me?