Hi everyone, thanks for even taking the time to even get this far. But I hope that I will be able to give you some info to motivate, inspire, or just even entertain. This is my first blog, so please forgive me if anything is long winded or just don't make sense. I'm also not the best writer, I write like I speak, ignant at times. As you already witnessed. Anyways this is my story as to how I got my "sexy back." Hahaha. Sorry I just had to laugh at myself. Please also don't take me too seriously on somethings. For those who know me, I'm just a big kid whose always clownin. So I do hope you give me the benefit of the doubt and continue following me through my journey as I get my "sexy back."
I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. I am 32yr old male. Married to the most wonderful woman in the world for 7yrs and we have two little boys 4yrs and 7 mos. I'm an RN at this time in the pediatric ICU at a major childrens hospital. But my wife calls me a Jack of all Trade and Master of None. I have dabbled into many different careers. And I can say that I have found success in most of them but have not comepletely found da one. Well I guess I should go into the fitness aspect of my life since this is what this blog is going to be about. I guess it all kind of started when I first started college. First and for most I should thank the one person that got me started and show me a lot of what I know now. Thanx Joey. When I got to college I was 135lbs soaking wet. I was a freakin bean pole. I am 5'11" as you can imagine that paints a pretty interestin picture. I fell in-love with fitness. So it was inevitable for me to go ahead become a personnal trainer. I was always interested in working out but as everyone knows life throws you a lot of different things into the mix that makes it somewhat difficult to keep up with fitness. Well that's my excuse anyways. Hehehe. So there you go that is just a little insight to my wonderful life.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
"Getting My Sexy Back"
Getting my sexy Back.... My story. WOW... Amazing how getting older, lack of exercise, stress, messed up sleeping/working pattern, and children can really make your body get all distorted (fat). Hahaha... Metabolism slows down, body perception distorted (I'm not as fat as my friends who are married and have kids), lack of motivation to get to the gym (more like null), unhealthy eating (excessive). Just a few excuses to name. Looking in da mirror isn't fun anymore, no sir. Is that one of those carnival mirrors, nope it's just my fat ass. Something had to change. My body definitely was not what it use to be. I didn't think it would happen to me. Me "da Body Capati." LOL. That was the glory days of college and being young. Years later of working a messed up schedule meaning irregularity of 12hrs of days and nights. Flip floppin back and forth. Eating the worst foods and a lot of it. Oh sweet Mickey D's, those damn oh so tasty, hot, crispy golden fried sticks of goodness. Damn U... Why does that 1/4 lb of mashed together, brown, unrecognizable so called meat taste so delicious and satisfying. Anyways, it was all adding up and definitely taking it's toll on my body, mind and spirit. Hahaha, clothes are definitely not fitting right. Mediums are definitely looking extra small. "Fat guy in a little coat." Having trouble buttoning my damn pants. Need an extra hole in my belts maybe a size or two up, even better a belt with an adjustable buckle. Is that ghetto boottie? Hehehe. On a serious note though, I wasn't the same. I was always sleepy, lethargic even. Health and mental wise I was prone to having these unexplainable chest pain and hypertension. Worst of all my anxiety hightened it, knowing my father's cardiac history (quadruple by-pass). This was definitely the absolute turning point. I couldn't keep having these anxiety attacks and severe chest pains. On a spiritual aspect I was definitely not one with my emotions. Normally I'm the one with all the jokes, mellow guy and all I realize is that I'm just short, period. I'm just plain pissy about something and I don't f'n know about what. Hmmmmm? The person who took the grunt of it was my poor beloved wife, "sorry honey." And most importantly, I surely wanted to be here for my boys and gorgious wife (for goodness sake she had two babies and still wearing 0-2). I knew what to do, I was a personal trainer in college (a gym rat). I mean I had groupies, my wife called them MGB's (Melvin Groupie Bitches). Hahaha. Man, I know how to get results. It's just doing it and doing at the state I'm in is the real challenge. I mean college I had everything going for me; hyper metabolism (eating whatever I want, whenever, and a who lot of it), the flexible schedule (class?, what's that), worked (lived) at the gym, and youth. The magical combination of making one lean beefcake. A lot of talking and no doing initially until I found some pictures of the glory days. Wow, I looked like that (damn I am fine... Hahaha), how did I get this way (FATTY want a doughnut). Disgusted and yet amazed. I had to make changes - a lot of changes! A lot happened in my career that made it possible. I got a new job that gave me the hours of regularity and finacial stability. Time and money, ah what a winning combination. This definitely made things very possible and a big added plus was my boy Dennis, someone in the same exact predicament. It was just natural everything was coming together. We had to do this. I had the program and he gave me the the "workout buddy." It makes it easier for me to workout when I have a deciple. I wanted to show him that it is possible to achieve these things you see on tv (a lot of bullshit and false hope out there that's being sold). So it's not as easy as they make it. No bullshittin but my program, I get the results. But it's going to take a lot of work and dedication. And it's not going to happen over night, but 16-24 weeks or 4-6 months of hard work and a healthy diet. No blood but plenty of sweat and maybe some tears. Hahaha. It's going to take a whole lot of perceiverance to get through this program, but the end result will say it all.
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