Now is Not the Time to Give Up

Dear Mike,

So, you’ve had a bad week.  Everyone at work thinks you are a joke and you are getting tired of fighting the battles.  You are tired of being broke, sad and ignored.  You want to give up and those around you are telling you, don’t look how far you have to go, look how far you’ve come.  And it sounds a lot easier than it is.

You want to visualize yourself 180, 150, 100, 50, 20 hell 10 pounds lighter but all you see is that fat guy that just ate  Roberto’s even though you promised yourself you wouldn’t.  You want to quit.

You want to give up, again.  You can get a doughnut and a coke now that you have given up.   you don’t want to go to the gym anymore.  Right?

Wrong; listen up cupcake.  Everyone has bad days and their own shit they are going through.  Even at home, maybe you aren’t hearing what is going on in your wife or kids worlds cause you are too busy bitching about your own.  Be grateful you have a wife and kids and friends that give advice, cause it is a lot harder without someone to love on you.

You ate a bad meal, so what.  Look, statistics prove that one cheat meal is not going to ruin you, YOU ARE NOT ON A DIET, you are making better lifestyle choices all around and working toward living your goal.  Sure, you’ve got a long road, and you are barely starting.  Sure your clothes piss you off cause they don’t fit, but look, you know what to do, and think about it.  Nobody EVER said living right was easy.  In fact mostly they say the opposite.

Do you want this given to you, or do you want to pay the dues in sweat equity?  I am on the same road, and sadly this ain’t my first trip but I know for certain, every rep, every minute, every drop of sweat, every right over wrong thing in your body, every ounce of pain, every bit of effort you put into it is worth it.  Yes, it frakking sucks, but in the end, damn, it is worth it.

Get to the gym, sweat out Roberto’s and you will forget this week at work when the endorphins kick in.  Namaste.


The One Where I am All Sweaty (14 / 365)

Worn OUT!

Worn OUT!

Just a quick post today, mid-week stretch to say to you that if I can get out of the house, do a 30 minute HIIT ride on th ebike, so can you.  Shout out to my mid-week excuse busters.  This is what it looks like when you are sweaty, tired and feel great about it.  I want it again tomorrow, so do YOU.  Namaste.

The One Where I say “Enough Planning” (13 / 365)

Ohhhhhh, Spooky

Ohhhhhh, Spooky

So, they planned on building a big ass boat that couldn’t be sunk.  They also planned on conquering the Russian front in winter.  They also planned on opening their dream coffee house in Downtown Las Vegas ahead of the coming boom.  This is a picture of me planning my 2014 Sprint Tri Training Run.  BUT, like the other plans, they are only words on a paper unless I get up tomorrow at 5:30, get to the gym for my daily AM cardio.

Visualize the gym, the bike, the ride, the sweat, the pain, the desire to stop cause your fat, the enemy creeping up your ass telling you you aren’t good enough.   Visualize you kicking the enemy in the balls and going for 5 more minutes, because you are a bad ass and stronger than your fat.  Imagine the stretching in the sauna, how your muscles will soften and stretch and feel so good.

Visualize you being stronger than you were when you entered the gym, and you fucking know it.  Allez Mike, Allez.

You can do it too, you are a bad ass, and stronger than you ever thought possible.  Tell me how it goes tomorrow, motivate my fat ass.  Namaste.

The One Where I am Determined (12 / 365)

I love the fact that my office appears to be windy.

I love the fact that my office appears to be windy.

I am determined today to:

1) Be Positive
2) To go to the gym for 1 hour and put some in
3) Continue to see myslef positively
4) Not be a douche to my wife like I was last night, on Fathers Day of all days
5) Keep it real as a motherfucker and be as bad as  I am

I had a good weekend, until grumpy cat came to visit and poop on my face about 6 PM yesterday, no clue why, just did.  My fault, my mess.  But today is a new day, manic Monday and I hope today you find love, happiness and peace.  Namaste.

The One Where I Discuss Apathy (7/365)

Sometimes, only sometimes, not giving a shit is easier.  I have watched my three oldest boys who are all very smart, coast through high school and middle school with C’s and B’s when they are more than capable of coasting with B’s and A’s.  Every now and then an F rears its ugly head and we try to yell, and we try to punish, and we try positive reinforcement and hell we’ve tried bribery.  But it comes down to the same thing EVERY time.

They just don’t give a shit.  Apathy.  I think we should solicit good old Mr. Webster to change the definition of Apathy to this:

ap·a·thy  noun \ˈa-pə-thē\

Definition of APATHY

1: To not be surprised if a fucking asteroid crashed into your house right goddamn now: impassiveness
2: Not a single shit given : indifference

Examples of APATHY
  1. People have shown surprising apathy toward these important social problems.

That is all said and good when you are a kid, but when that is the only emotion you can fake at work, it makes it a miserable son of a bitch to trudge into every day.  How much easier would my job be if I did not give two fucks about it?  Damn, I could hand in reports, my boss DG could say, “Look at all these errors”, and I could reply, “Yes, ain’t  that a bitch” and saunter off to my 3′ x 3′ cubicle that my 5 years have earned, to whistle Dixie out of my ass for 8 hours.

Problem is, I own my career.  I do care.  I care more than I should about working for the man because frankly the man has an apathetic view toward me.  It is increasingly difficult to fake not caring in that environment where passion is interpreted as heat miser and every senior level employee rides you like a mule to their own agenda.

It is sad, because I care about being an AVP, I care about my employees, hell – I care if my boss looks good or not and when I make a mistake, my first thought is that I hope this doesn’t make it hard for DG or JS; but..I digress.  A corporation, though it tries, is not your family.  We are but cogs in the machine and when the HNIC tells you to make the widgets blue today, you say “Yeeessah, how many dem widgets you neeeeeds?” and the next day when he tells you to make them all yellow, you don’t say, “Wait.  What the fuck?  Why?”  you say, “Yeeessah, how many dem widgets you neeeeeds?” and whistle zippity doo dah out of your own ass while repainting the widgets.

Why?  because some day my caring will be seen.  Some day, I won’t need to pretend not to care.  someday, apparently after shaving every day and losing 180 pounds, I will make 6% more a year and have a title of AVP and do EXACTLY

On a lighter note, struggled through breathing, still got a cold, but tore up the cycle at 24hour fitness -wigwam.  Hells yes.  So for now, my rant is done and I leave you with my pic of the day and say, Namaste.

Mike at work, giving a single fuck, and trying not to (Hair by Peter Gabriel circa Digging in the Dirt era)

Mike at work, giving a single fuck, and trying not to (Hair by Peter Gabriel circa Digging in the Dirt era)

The One With the Duckface (6/365)

Goddamnit I hate the duckface.  I am a pretty level-headed guy, but that son of a bitch just pushes my buttons.  Fuck.  So I took this picture at the gym, and it was supposed to show the after effects of a good workout, but instead I pull, wait for it, DUCKFACE.  I guess that was how I feel about the lame ass workout tonight too.  i gotta get better at bringing the whole pipe to the party, loaded and ready to go and unleash that shit like Ecstasy at a Twilight Fan Fiction party.  I hate duckface.  Today has been duckface.  Here is to the ugliest side of fitness and hoping tomorrow is way less duckface.  Namaste.

Hey look ma, DUCKFACE!  Bwuahahaaaaa

Hey look ma, DUCKFACE! Bwuahahaaaaa