
Me, back row center in black shirt. Everyone else are other people.
Progress is that I’m no longer winded bounding up the subway steps, I had to tighten my belt one notch, my back has not had pain all month and I’m 215 pounds, down from 228 three weeks ago.
Before I was getting to the Daily Burn studio, getting through the exercises one step at a time then feeling great for finishing. Now I’m actually looking forward to the workouts and I have that self-satisfied smug feeling of fitness 24/7. I’m thinking this is like women who forget the pain of childbirth (and the unbearable pain of raising a child) then go back to push out another kid.
My advice for those who want advice from someone who totally let himself go?
- Obviously Daily Burn and all exercise. For me, exercise is not just about weight because I know, you cannot out-exercise a bad diet. It’s about the mental boost, feeling fit and keeping my shit tight. In addition to the DB365 workouts, I try to take my dog on super long walks between blizzards and I hit the gym to do weights twice a week. Blink Fitness is $15/month and it’s clean and fine.
- I use a free calorie and exercise tracker, My Plate by Livestrong. Very intuitive, lots of built in foods. It’s like when I started tracking my spending and I realized I was spending $135.00 everyday before I even got out of bed. I lost 6 pounds the week I was sick and injured, even though my activity was super light, because I stayed under my calorie budget of 2300 set by my Daily Burn coach.
- I’m not a fuss pot when it comes to eating and I like to cook, so I’ve not suffered. I make dishes I want when I want them. The Daily Burn nutrition guidelines allow bread and pasta, (whole grains), meat, veggies, fruit, cheese… It’s all about simply getting a good combination of carbs, protein and fats and not going over your calorie goals. Not hard stuff.
- Alcohol. Have none or less of it. Sorry. Go to a meeting.
WAY TO GO! Looks like you’ll be beach-bod-ready for a Florida Gulf trip during our Fall break… #noexcuses
By fall, I’ll either be ripped or fat again. A real coin toss!