The One With the Fresh Fade (24 / 365)

I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller

I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller

A face only a mother could love, or someone with vision problems.  Actually, this is my favorite picture of myself out of all 24 so far.  Why?  Well, I am still shirtless, but I DO believe two things; First, I have thinned a LITTLE in the face and that is due to my mediocre work up until now.  like my post yesterday said, though, now comes the hard part, emotionally I am UP, so now to ride it out.

Second thing i like?  I cut my own hair and I think it looks bad ass, I clean up well.  No Flowbie, no vacusuck, just Mike and an industrial razor, hells to the yes.  I thought about going all the way, but then I’d look like fester.  I try to conceive of a rock and roll haircut and grow it out, but it gets to a point where I cannot stand it, and since my usual $22.00 + tip at SportsClip is out this week, I took it upon myself to cut me.  Yes, there are  a lot of uneven parts Amanda will clean up, and it has been 30 years since I last cut my own hair, but like this blog says, dream big.

I believed I could cut my own hair, I executed through vision and gut, and really, I could show up to work Monday and people would notice that I was not so shaggy.   Good job Mike.

Now, if I can harness this same good feel on the bike tomorrow morning at 24 Hour Fitness.

Truly, and lastly, a thank you to all the folks coming out and following or liking my blog.  This is a year-long journey and we have a road ahead, but you keep me coming back every day.  Tomorrow is a day I am going to conquer.  You too, conquer and own the day and your own self NOW, Namaste.

Have you ever cut your own hair?  What were the results?

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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 Won (14b / 365 )

Oooooh, lucky reader, you get what we call a twofer today.  Happy Hump Day.  Here is the special occasion:

I probably should at least TRY to come my hair from, time to time

I probably should at least TRY to comb my hair from, time to time

I follow Rebekah on her continuing fitness journey and fellowship with her community of folks already at or still working toward reaching their goal(s) over at TheHeavyWeightRunner.Com and she recently had a giveaway for a Polar FT4 heart rate monitor.  ironically and she did not know this, I had been really thinking about purchasing one to provide my workout and training toward triathlon the boost and accuracy I needed.  So this was wonderfully timed and SOOOOOOOO appreciated.  Thanks Rebekah.

For my 5 readers, please, take a few moments and take a look at her blog then LIKE her on Facebook at this link, it is an amazing community and wonderful input, tips, and posts daily from Rebekah and other community members.

Namaste

The Have and the Have Not Knot

A fellow blogger of mine and I must be on the same wavelength, Awesome Ashilde (sorry my friend, I do not know how to add the diactric 😦 ), posted about the power of positive thinking and visioning called “What Can the Power of Your Mind Do?“;  Take a few moments and go check out her blog and then come back to this one.  Pretty awesome stuff eh?  Pretty bad pun there  forgive me.

For the past few weeks, since the end of May, I had been trying to figure out why I was not getting anywhere with my weight loss journey.  I was about to start my Weightloss 365 project, I was a member of Gym-Pact and going to the gym at least 4 times a week but still not losing, and in fact, I had gained a couple more.  Looking back, we were still not key on the food side and that was a big part of it, but an even bigger part goes back over 16 months now.  Probably to October 2011.

That was the month I stopped seeing me as a triathlete, a runner, a climber, a hiker or fitness rat.  Instead my vision changed to that of husband and father at 40.  And it scared me, it brought me a lot of stress, fear, doubt and anger at times.  Of COURSE this was in addition to all of the love, happiness, gladness, excitement and hope that overwhelmed the others like 4 to 1, but it was still a seed and my vision plan of Mike fell to the side.

When you are planning something big you simply cannot get off plan.  I had gotten just over halfway to my goal weight in a little over 1 year.  I had lost over 120 pounds in 13 months, that is freaking huge and I had so much more on my plate but decided I could focus on myself less and less and focus on the other roles first.

When we see professional athletes or musicians that are literally at the top of their game, what do we think?  sometimes we think arrogance and ego and we would not be wrong.  There is so much work to be the best at your game that you have to put yourself first and for right or wrong, sometimes that causes these men and women to make bad choices and cheat at their sport, or in their personal life.  But at the core of what they were doing, putting themselves and their game first, was absolutely correct.

Let me ask you a question, if you are out of shape and not taking care of yourself before ALL other things, how are you going to be around to take care of everything else?  You won’t be.

That was what I had forgotten, before my wonderful marriage and baby with Amanda it was easy, I was alone and could and would put my needs above all others.  I still have to, just tempered down a notch and I have to remember it’s not going to be as easy as it was before.  But I still can do it.  I don’t blame anyone or expect anyone sympathy for my loss of vision, that is what vision is, it belongs to the owner so nobody can take it away.  I alone lost it.

Think about Christian prayer, Wiccan spellcasting, pre-game drills and rituals, rally caps.  What do all of these have in common?  They are all part of the vision process and allow us to creatively see what we want, focus energy on it and make it happen, and believe me when I say i have cast a few spells and got EXACTLY what i wanted even though maybe I wasn’t 100% on target to what i wanted.

By seeing myself as a triathlete in making, a hiker and climber, I had  become these things.  I was riding my bike everywhere, I had taken up running and was looking for a swim team to learn to swim.  I was hiking at least every few weeks, both urban and nature, and was well on my way to climbing by the end of 2012.  Then my vision changed as I mentioned and I saw myself as father, husband and breadwinner.  I have to incorporate my earlier vision into my current vision.

To make this long post come to a close, last week I began to see myself as father, husband, breadwinner, triathlete in making, climber, hiker, and cheerleader for my kids and family and continue to use POSITIVE voice instead of NEGATIVE voice, I have made some folks smile, made a new friend or two and weight wise have lost over 5 pounds this week.  That is amazing and part of my vision.  The most awesome thing about this, is that creative visioning is self-perpetuating.

What do I mean?  The more I see myself in the way I want to be seen, the easier it is to meet my short to intermediate goals and when I meet those goals, it is easier to see myself in the way I want to be seen and so on.  Amazing!  It works.

So for this week I challenge YOU to post one positive thing in social media, to workout at least three times this week and more importantly, come up with one positive light to see yourself in this week and make it happen.  I KNOW you can do this, I can see it in you.

Before I forget to all those who are fathers or “fathers” or fathers to be, happiest of all fathers day to you.  It is the unsung hero of our generation who makes his kids feel like they can achieve anything.

Namaste.

The sexy one (4/365)

Sometimes weight-loss isn’t so sexy, as I say, sometimes well, it just is.  This was not my original picture for the day, but my wife caught me oozing sublime sexiness over the breakfast table and I couldn’t help but share it.  Apparently, I do not like to wear shirts or comb my hair.  See you tomorrow, Namaste.

Stand back ladies, this one is married!

Stand back ladies, this one is married!

The one in the Swimming Pool (3/365)

I had all these amazing ideas lined up.  I had my wife take a picture of me floating in the pool, backlit with the pool lights glowing angelic around my head as a halo, thus showing my beatific side.  My readers would look upon the image and say unto my blog that they accepted me as their personal weight-loss guru.

Well, like I said, sometimes weight-loss is not a pretty thing and my Android took a pretty crappy picture, I cannot blame Amanda, we are only as good as the tools we use.  Needless to say, I went with the creepy first shot I took; I played with it a little on Pic Monkey.  The pool session went a little rough, I wore the wrong shorts, and they kept falling off.  NOBODY needs to see that picture, so instead I floated and played with the baby for an hour.

Hopefully, these pictures start to mean something to you as much as they do to me.  I have 362 to go and I insist that though some may be of me just waking up on the toilet, others are going to be amazeballs.  I already have 365 planned, but I cannot tell you!

Saturday is wrapping up, my wife got some alone time downtown taking pictures of graffiti and being yelled at by Cindy Funkhouser, the crazy tart that runs the amazing Funk House (too bad she is insane, her store is awesome and should be seen)***.  Speaking of things to see in Vegas, if you are coming here and want to have an beast of an off the grid experience, message me and you will not be disappointed.  For now, I rest, and get ready for the bike tomorrow.  Namaste.

I will be a triathlete and the swim part is my biggest fear

I will be a triathlete and the swim part is my biggest fear

*** I am not a clinician and cannot speak to the medical state of Cindy Funkhouser, but seriously, she was watching Amanda take pictures and harassing her and she once charge me 2.00 for a bag to carry shit I bought from her store.  She is like the old man yelling at kids to get off his damn lawn.  This is parody and my opinion.

WeightLoss 365

I was recently at a funeral for my grandfather and was really really really losing it; see, i was to be a pallbearer (which I found out less than 12 hours prior) and I am just not in good shape, second, the funeral was in SLC where I cannot breathe anyway.  It is proven that altitude plus fat equals heart attack weighting to happen (see what I did there?).  So, to cut to the point….

…I had to stop carrying my grandfather to his grave.  At that point I felt the lowest I have EVER felt, and I promise, I have done some very shitty things to good people.  My grandfather was a hard working, proud, carry the load kind of guy and in that moment, I realized, I was everything he wasn’t.  I was weak, tired and fucking lame.

I broke down into some tears over both the loss, which runs very deep to me, and to the fact that I continue to gain weight going the wrong way.  It is like I have gone fucking insane.  Needless to say, my other grandfather, an amazing man who has endured the loss of his son, his wife is in health rehab, took the time to come hug me and tell me it was going to be OK.  Suddenly, I felt maybe he is right, it is going to be OK.  Additionally he said, and mixed up his words but I know what he meant, to stop taking photos of the gym, and just do the work.

So, inspired by this lowest low, a project my wife is doing (My 365), and the wisdom of Grandpa Dick, I plan on doing the work – but of course I have to do it with my own flair.  Hence Weightloss 365.  Weightloss isn’t pretty every day, it sucks.  I know cause I have lost an extreme amount of weight, yes I gained it back (I told people it was because it was so much fun to lose the first time, bullshit!).  I plan on taking a picture of myself every day, for good or bad for one full year.

My hope is that the changes i see over time inspire me to go even harder, my fear is that I will only get fatter.  Either way, let’s get it on.  And before I forget.  Rest in Peace Grandpa Jim, we’ve got it from here.

Day One:  Quiet Solitude and a Dirty White Shirt

Mike, Day One 060613

Mike, Day One 060613