The Graduate

It is September 1999. I am 38 years old, holding down the best paying job I've ever had, own a larger percentage of my 4-bedroom house than the average mortgage holder, have 2 sound vehicles in the driveway, and financially comfortable to say the least.

At this time I have decided to become more ambitious. This lead to enrollment to Cal State Hayward University (now known as Cal State East Bay) to pursue my bachelor's degree. I had completed most of my general ed in community college and this seemed the right time to go for it. So, one or two classes at a time, quarter after quarter, I pressed on taking computer programming courses and branches of mathematics that I never knew existed. My mind was bending and twisting like never before as the mental challenges increased.

Now if I had been working and training my body as hard and relentlessly as I was doing the same to my brain, there would no longer have been a weight problem to deal with. In fact, I would probably have been quite well put together! Guess I wasn't quite as smart as I thought.

Notwithstanding, time passed and, as graduation began to loom on the horizon, I found myself getting tired of the effort it took to live in the Benicia/Vallejo area, attend school in Hayward, and work in Sunnyvale. It seemed like half my life was being spent in transit. My ever increasing weight did nothing but contribute to how downright cranky I was getting about all of it. But finally, in September 2003, at age 42, I earned my Bachelor of Science in Computer Science with a minor in Mathematics. It was a huge relief to finally accomplish something that should have been done decades earlier.

And how did I celebrate? Why, naturally, I threw a big pizza party for family and friends! Just another excuse to stuff my face while no doubt the people who were close to me held back their concern and alarm in the guise of celebration of an accomplishment. It was also at this little shindig that a photo was taken of me that REALLY defined the horrible state of health I was in. I consider that picture the ultimate horror of my life. Honestly, when I look at it, I think of Jabba the Hut from Star Wars...pit-i-FUL!

The crux of all of this is that I kept my life jam packed with what I thought were life affirming activities. Work, education, material possession, financial well being. I had my chess competitions for "recreation" and met my best friend to this day from that world. My neighbor was a lovely woman who became a constant companion and kept company with me for years despite my appearance and negative demeanor. So there was some semblance of a social life.

It's very sobering to think about now; I was busy trying to take care of every part of my life EXCEPT the part that was, by far, the highest priority. I was literally ignoring the 600 lb. "gorilla" in the room! Hard to fathom how self-destructive I was...wow!

Next time I'll share about pulling up stakes, moving to Modesto, and further adventures...

        

 

In lieu of my usual workout/weight-loss installment, I'd like to share with you the excitement of a surgical procedure I am about to go through. When a person goes through the kind of weight loss such as mine, there is always excessive skin leftover which can cause some complications not to mention be quite unsightly. This is not to deter someone from losing weight. Believe me, I'd MUCH rather have this to deal with than have that skin be filled up with fat like it used to be. I just want the reader to be aware of the facts.

Recently, I have become medically qualified to be covered for having a very large overhang of abdominal skin (called a panis) removed. This is happening 5 days from this writing and I am overjoyed at being rid of this colossal nuisance and being that much closer to fully completing my transformation.

God has chosen to reward me for my patience, hard work, and perseverance with the help of true friends who trained me, true friends who encouraged me, and true friends who have validated my life with the words of admiration and heartwarming sentiment.

It has been 3 1/2 years since the first day of this journey and I just want to thank you all as I step that much closer to becoming the "complete man" I've always dreamed of being.

Unhealthy, Wealthy, and Unwise

As my mid to late 30's came along, several major changes, good and bad, came about. In October 1997, at age 36, I completed my tech school education at Heald for computers and electronics. The week before graduation, I landed a full time job as a systems operator for $14/hr plus lots of overtime hours. At last, my self esteem had some momentum as I achieved some success career-wise.

Very nearly the end of that same year, Mom passed away. There was an inheritance of which I received the lion's share. Now, I was making $40+K per year and had quite a tidy sum in the bank. This is not to brag, but to set the scene of where I was in life at that time. I was nowhere near a millionaire, but I sure tried to live like one at times. Obviously, I was not prepared to be in the financial position I suddenly found myself in.

One thing I did correctly was to buy a house while the market was still sharply rising and would do so for years to come. There I was, rattling around in a 4 bedroom, 2 1/2 bath house all by myself for over 4 years. Unfortunately, I made numerous poor decisions. An unnecessary refinance on my house, a gently used truck that I paid cash for and really didn't need, a LEASE on a mini-van for some crazy reason. There were usually 3 nice vehicles in my garage or driveway. A person can only drive one vehicle at a time, right?

Now besides the irresponsible spending, there was the matter of my spiraling weight gain. About the worst thing in the world for a drug addict or an alcoholic is to have big money land in his or her lap while in the depths of addiction. Well, food is a lot less expensive than drugs or alcohol. I had carte blanche to whatever I wanted to eat whenever I wanted to eat. Whatever vehicle I chose to drive on a particular day, it was a struggle to wedge myself into it and out of it. When I drove, the steering wheel sunk into my ample flesh, often giving me fresh bruises or skin irritation.

The point is that while I had all this alleged financial freedom, I had absolutely NO discipline! Many, many times I've said to people while in the midst of this massive weight-loss, "Discipline brings rewards." I will also say from painful experience that lack of discipline will cost you dearly. Physically AND financially. I am much happier now in my current physical condition without the money than I ever was with a swollen bank account and body to more than match.

On vacation July 2011

Hamming it up April 2012. Keeping the weight off, yes?

Now we've decided to set a new goal. My "ultimate" goal weight of 250 had been accomplished, so we might as well go above and beyond. The unimaginable was now on the horizon and I was going for under 230 lbs.! As a bit of extra incentive, a friendly wager was established with a fellow client of FullForce. I had 60 days to get to a weight below his. I was actually competing to weigh less than a guy shorter than me.

And off I went, not only training with RG, but continuing with the early morning spin classes before work and the water aerobics. It became a need for me to distance myself from the old me as much as possible and it continues to this day. Now I must become better and better and better, which I consider a good addiction.

This other gentleman was being trained by one of the other trainers and the contest turned into a lot of good-natured trash talking amongst the four of us. It was a healthy, high-spirited atmosphere which did us all a lot of good. Good healthy competition can only improve a person.

The big day finally arrived and we had our weigh-in. My friend weighed in at about 231 or 232. Then I stepped on the scale...and it read...227 lbs.! This was the least I ever weighed as an adult. Even as far back as 8th Grade I don't think I was this light. The contest was won. More importantly, my health and fitness were not only at their peak, but there was no reference point from my past to compare the feeling to! Every day I walked around feeling like a fully charged battery. No words could do justice to the feeling of pride and accomplishment.

At this time, RG told me that we were no longer training for weight loss. We were now going for strength and flexibility. That made sense as my weight really couldn't get any lower for my height and frame. An incredible situation that I never dreamed possible!

  

Sad But True

This part of my life is difficult to share, much less talk about. Yet, it is far too significant to omit. It is not my intention to be morbid or to depress the reader, but it is what it is and it needs to be said. Read on at your discretion.

My 30's were rather cluttered with funerals. It seems more family members and a friend or two passed away during this time than any other. It began tragically in 1992. My nephew, Brian, who was the only child of my brother Jeff, was pushed into oncoming traffic on a busy main street in Hayward, CA. Idiot ass, waste of life gang-banger pretending to be a real tough guy chooses the son of my deceased brother as a target and an entire branch of the family tree gets pruned.

Less than a year later, Dad dies after a long period of battling illnesses too numerous to count. Seems like life punched him in the gut so many times it was a wonder he could breathe. When he was laid off his job with General Cable that he held for over 25 years, he was no longer the bread-winner of the family. Mom took over this role with her post office career. Dad felt as though he was emasculated. It sent him spiraling into a deep depression and a feeling of worthlessness. He became paranoid and refused to leave the house. In his last decade, he suffered three nervous breakdowns and it was heartbreaking to visit him while he was hospitalized for this. Ultimately, he just wound up shutting down internally and that was that.

Late in 1997, Mom routinely comes home from work after her graveyard shift. She stops at Wendy's to enjoy a frosty as she likes to do occasionally. Then, for whatever reason, her heart simply stopped beating, her head slumped down, and it was over. She did have a pacemaker for some years, but she was a spry, active 73 year old woman who literally worked until the day she died. I'll admit my relationship with her wasn't the smoothest, but, conflicts or not, we were still mother and son.

If you still have your parents, do your best to enjoy each other. It is still a very odd, haunting feeling after 15 years to not have them around.

Another nephew and a sister died when I was in my 40's and I'll discuss that as that part of the timeline arrives. A close friend from my job at Varian stayed friends with me after I left in April 1997. I continued to visit him and his beautiful blond Brazilian wife and 2 daughters. After a while I noticed he started looking depressed. He was getting a gut on him and he seemed not to really care. I should have said something, I guess. Then some time passed, I became very busy, and I didn't visit for about a year. Finally, I dropped by one day only to have his wife tell me that he passed away. Shocking! My mind could not wrap itself around this revelation. He was one of a few people who told me I was their only friend. Well, now I had one less friend.

One thing that surfaced from all this was the fact that the only time our family really gathered together was at funerals. It further soured my opinion of the closeness (or rather, the lack of it) of the family to which I belonged. To this day I remain highly cynical of my relatives and family units in general. Does that make me a bad guy? Hope not...

Happiness is the Farmers' Market



Whole Foods for clean foods  

Now the push is on to reach the goal of breaking the 250 lb. weight mark. We train on the TRX (a fantastic device resembling a long adjustable strap with two handles on each end), we train on the assisted pull-up machine. Push-ups, inchworms, alligator walks, and an introduction to an object called a kettle bell. Continued water aerobics, spin classes, Stair Climber sessions, incline treadmill and elliptical machine at the corporate gym.

Then the day comes! I weigh in and the scale reads exactly 250 lbs.! RG and the other proprietors of FullForce are SO proud of me, but not as proud as I am of myself. Two and a half years and 282 lbs. of work, discipline and dedication have led to my rebirth as a fit, strong, new me!

With his usual class, RG treats me to a steak dinner with all the fixin's at Tahoe Joe's and we are joined by MS (one of the co-owners of FullForce) and significant others. One of the more memorable evenings of my lifetime, and the steak never tasted so good...

Next time, I hit rock bottom...in a good way!

Sailing Right Along...Into Danger!

So now I'm blundering my way into my fourth decade. At age 30 I weighed in at around 360 lbs. This is alarming, to be sure. Awareness of the danger is not lost on me. Yet there seems to be no urgency to do anything serious about it for any significant length of time. How ironic; in my 30's I had the body age of a senior citizen and now, at 51, I feel like a man in his mid to late 20's.

The older a person gets, the faster time seems to pass. As I inched my way closer to middle-age, the pounds kept piling up. Unfortunately, my age 30 weight was an abnormally high starting point for the "middle-age spread" to start. Most people gain a few pounds per year at this time. I can say with a degree of certainty that I packed on about 20 lbs. each year on average.

Miraculously, any time I had a physical check-up, my blood counts came back normal, my blood pressure was borderline high at worst, there was no diabetes, and my cholesterol count was always below 200 (although it once got to 199). Further, I could walk around where and when I needed to. However, running became impossible. There were times when my chronic left knee would swell up without warning. There were flare-ups of bursitis in my left hip that made it hell to walk even a few steps. I became winded at the drop of a hat; every 10th breath or so I'd have to deeply inhale. Sleep apnea sauntered its way into my life and many times I'd wake myself up gasping for breath or catching myself snoring. By the way, on the rare occasion of sharing a room with someone, I'd snore them right out the door. Nice life, huh?

Around age 30, I was working at the last temp assignment of my career. One day on the job, it dawned on me that I brought in a full 2-Liter bottle of Coke. At the end of the 8-hour shift, the bottle was empty. I didn't spill any of it and I didn't share it with anyone. I drank it. More than half a gallon of Coca Cola consumed in less than 8 hours! I also remember clearly that day one of my co-workers asking me how I had the energy to work as hard as I did all day long. I didn't realize it at the time, but it was really a left-handed compliment. Apparently, someone of my girth was supposed to be unable to do his share of the work that was expected. I chuckled unwittingly and joked that drinking a 2-Liter bottle of Coke highly elevated my energy level. This was one enormous red flag trying to scream at me: "DO SOMETHING, YOU'RE KILLING YOURSELF!".

Soon after this I landed a permanent job with a company called Varian Associates. This job was the longest time of employment in any one place in my life. I worked for them for 6 1/2 years. I settled into routines and behavior patterns that highly enabled my ever increasing weight and decreasing health. In contrast, after about 4 years in my first apartment, I changed residences quite frequently. A relocation on the job, financial considerations, living conditions of the current residence would all force me to live somewhat nomadically. The stress of frequent moves also accelerated my rationale for eating as I pleased.

Excuses, excuses, excuses.

I'll be sharing other deeper personal experiences of my 30's next time.

How's your food journal coming along?

All right, then. I'm under 300 lbs. now and that's phenomenal! But there's plenty more to do. My ultimate goal, after all, was to get below 250 lbs. Right around this time, FullForce Personal Fitness has left the launching pad and, for the most part, I've migrated to the new facility with my 3 friends.

As the ultimate goal came into sight, the workouts got ever more challenging. It was just stupendous to be doing things for the first time ever or in a very long time. I once did a full, straight-backed, chest to the ground push-up in 8th Grade. One. Now, I was doing 5 of them at a time. Then 10. Then 10 push-ups became a routine exercise that followed other segments of the workout. In a half hour session, RG sneakily had me doing 70-100 full range of motion push-ups! Another first came about way back when I was training with my original trainer. I was in my first few months of this oddyssey and I got to the point where I actually ran for the first time in many, many years. I didn't realize it until 1 of my 3 friends from FullForce told me that day that while I ran, my face was beaming with pride! It was a real epiphany.

Another exercise that dripped the pounds off me was called inchworms. I learned to do them at the old gym and got proficient at them at FF. I started doing them for longer distances, RG pushing the levels of my endurance ever further. I left sweat trails. At times, I cried out in agony. When I did that, the other trainers yelled out encouragement for me to push through. And I did. I'll leave it to the reader to look up what inchworms consist of, but it evolved to the point that as I walked my hands out to starting push-up position, I did one. So it was inchworm up, inchworm down, push-up, repeat.



Ugh! And there's room to spare!



While all this was going on, 2 days per week I'd go to the original gym and do water aerobics. 2 other days per week I'd go there at 6AM to do Spin class for 45 minutes on the stationary bikes before work. By now I was completely consumed with reaching that under 250 number. I kept up the journal and the healthy eating habits. I had no idea where things would go once I reached that goal, but reach it I would!

And did! Find out what happened that happy, happy day and beyond next time...

Breaking Away

As the story continues, I have turned 26 years old and become very restless. Through a temporary agency, an employment niche has been created through an assignment on the assembly line for Apple Computer. The job was a 6-month assignment in Fremont, CA. When the 6 months was up, I qualified for unemployment insurance. As a rule, temps at Apple were not permitted to return for 6 months after completion. So, for 3 years I was 6 months on, 6 months off with at least some income consistently.

At the start of the 1st employment period, I made a firm decision to finally, finally, finally move out of my parents' house. My body was swelling and my pride was shrinking. I had the very good fortune to move into a modest, but decent 1-bedroom apartment 10 minutes walking distance from my job. How nice for my first venture into living on my own!

There were two other factors I thought were very nice, as well. First, I was given the swing shift from 2 PM to 10:30 PM. Great! I could stay up late after work and sleep 'til noon if I wanted! And I often did. Second, my apartment was literally across the street from a 7-11 store. Can you imagine the implications for a person with my appetite of 24/7 access to pure processed crap as a reward for crossing the street? Sure, I understand now, but at that time I thought I was golden! Everything was within reach and I barely had any incentive to do much besides go to work, sleep late, and eat junk. Remember that this was 1987-1991. When I was on unemployment, I filled my time by walking to the good old 7-11, renting the latest video cassette, grabbing a big bag of chips or tray of nachos with plenty of cheese and chili and a super big gulp, and living it up. There was also my old ColecoVision video games (anybody remember those?).

Of course, I got to know people at work and made a few friends. Throughout my life I've managed to maintain some thread of social life because I interacted with people as if there was absolutely no weight problem going on. A lot of my life was being spent in denial. To some people, this was impressive enough to make them think I was a pretty cool guy...for a fat dude.

In the midst of all this, at age 28, I discovered the world of tournament chess. The game had always fascinated me since I learned to play at age 9. However, the means to officially compete eluded me. Then I played in my first tourney. I was HOOKED! I went out of my way to play in every local event I could find and some not so local. Finally there was something new that I could sink my teeth into besides the next quarter pounder. Another community was accessible and there was a new dimension to my life.

Now chess is a wonderful game. Really, the greatest game there is in my book. But how much exercise does anyone get pushing little plastic or wooden pieces around a 2' X 2' board. The brain gets plenty of exercise, believe me, when competing for cash prizes and national rating points. However, this game is physically VERY sedentary. I've been in single games that have lasted over 6 hours. Talk about brain fry! Over a weekend it wasn't unheard of to spend 20+ hours in play. I had no time for exercise, I was too busy trying to move up in rating class!

Then there were the big tournaments in Reno and Vegas. Here were lots of excuses to scurry off to the land of cheap buffets... Nowadays, I still compete, but very sporadically when it doesn't interfere with higher priorities, like WORKING OUT!! It's very very true, all things in moderation. I can now enjoy chess on my terms and let it be a nice part of my life instead of practically the only part.

This gets me to age 30 and, supposedly, the prime of life. It's indescribable how it feels to be living a 2nd prime! Stick around to find out how the first one went.

The time was drawing near for my friends to break away from the gym they worked for and lauch the juggernaut that is FullForce Personal Fitness. RG was cracking the whip and I was responding as if I couldn't get enough. More and more people were stopping what they were doing to talk to me, encourage me, pat me on the back. I was often being invited to spend time outside the gym with many of these lovely people. This was, and still is, a very surreal experience for someone who had been very used to ridicule and negativity.

As RG drew from his inexhaustible supply of ever more challenging workouts, that first digit changed from 5 to 4, then 4 to 3, then... I had a plan for what I'd do WHEN my weight got under 300 lbs. This plan was hatched almost a year before it became reality, but when it happened, I did not hesitate.

When I first started training at 532 lbs., I didn't care one tiny bit about how I looked to other people there. This lack of bashfulness was amplified when I weighed in at 297 lbs! I had not been under 300 for 20+ years. Well, what would you do? I got a big white board and wrote a big "297 lbs." on it with a colorized, circled and underlined 2. Then I walked straight through the front door of the gym, lifted the board over my head, and paraded around like a rock star on stage! I charged into one of my friend's office while she was with a client (oops!). Thankfully, she and her client forgave my rudeness as smiles lit our faces. It was like a damn Rocky movie!

Of course, this was not the end. There was (and always is) more work to do. As my friends began their foray into the business of fitness with their unique, personable, professional approach, I began splitting my time between the gym and the new personal fitness facility.

More to come...

Allow Me to Interject...

I was thinking about getting tickets to see the world's greatest band, RUSH, for their November show in San Jose, CA, when the idea for this blog struck me. You see, I've been to 5 of their concerts since 1992 with the last 2 in 2010 and 2011. In 20 years (wow, it's been that long?) not only have the shows changed, but my physical energy and endurance before, during, and after them have changed dramatically!

The concert in 2004 was at the Concord Pavilion. My best buddy joined me as we happily drove up to the venue and parked in the gravel lot. Just getting out of the car was the first physical challenge. I was so large at that time that when I drove, my belly crowded the steering wheel. Every time I got out of the car, it was as if my car was giving birth to me. How did I ever put up with that experience thousands of times?

As we traversed the parking lots and climbed the rise up to the admission gates (oh yeah, there's the little matter of turnstiles, lotsa fun, eh?), I huffed and puffed and started to sweat. We even had to stop and take a break a little more than halfway there. It seemed like we were crossing the state just to get from the car to our seats. I was so slow we missed the opening song which galled me to no end. My friend was very patient with me. Then there was the little matter of my seat. The whole show I had to wedge myself in sideways or sit on the edge of the seat which was no fun for my back and legs. It was a fantastic show, but I could never be comfortable.

Well, 2011 was very very different! Once again they played at the Concord (now called Sleep Train) Pavilion. I parked in the same lot, crossed the same route as in '04, waited in a long, long line to buy a tour shirt, and went to my very comfortable seat which had plenty of room for the new me. I was so dynamic that just as my less than half of what it used to be butt hit the seat, the lights went down and the show began!! I felt like I was magically charmed and electrically charged!

By the way, this time that walk from my car to the front gate was a breeze. Not only did I not sweat or take any breaks, I didn't even get winded! Didn't even think about the energy I'd need for the stroll. As a matter of fact, it was all I could do to contain myself and not sprint the last 100 yards or so! And I'm sure my car gets slightly better gas mileage now that it has 300 less pounds to carry around in the driver's seat...

Now this is only one of infinitely many cases of how life is exponentially more enjoyable and positive when the change to a healthier life-style is achieved. I've said many, many times that if anybody who is where I was in the old days could experience how I feel now for 24 hours, they wouldn't hesitate to get started, do the work, and earn the strong, healthy body they deserve to have. 3 little words, DISCIPLINE BRINGS REWARDS!!!

So, getting back to this show in November, tickets aren't too unreasonably priced. Any RUSH fans out there want to go with? Rock on...

         

Don't bother me, I'm trying to concentrate!

Hamming it up...you oughtta see me do Karaoke!



25 and Barely Alive

As ages 25-26 came around, my 6-month warehouse job came to an end. Still living at home (one of a few things that make me cringe to mention), I drew unemployment and kept score at the bowling alley to maintain funds. I began piling up credits at the local community college which included my first tour of calculus, which I rather enjoyed. This kept me from thinking I was being a total slacker. For recreation I was very involved in bowling and the little community at the little bowling center I mentioned in a previous post. There was the occasional Reno or Vegas trip where I learned that this gambling stuff wasn't quite as easy as the first couple of go-rounds. But there was always a buffet close by to ease the pain of my losses or celebrate the joy of my wins. To round things out, there were a few friends to play tennis and/or poker with. Basically, I was filling up an empty life while I was filling up my belly.

In this time period my weight was hovering around 330 lbs., which significantly alarmed me. I decided to try something truly drastic in an attempt at weight-loss. A wager was agreed to with a tennis/bowling/poker buddy. He bet me that I couldn't get under 300 lbs. in 1 calendar month. So, I weighed in on the first and the bet was on. I can't remember the dollar amount or the exact weight at the beginning, but the fact was I had a mission to complete.

How I managed to pull this off without collapsing from exhaustion or malnutrition is truly a mystery. I began on a Monday and ate one meal per day and only drank water the rest of the time. On the weekends I completely fasted, drinking only water. This was my insane idea of what drastic weight-loss required. As for exercise, I worked out heavily with weights; bench presses, curls, overhead presses, whatever I could think of to do. I figured the work out was not over until my muscles were shot. Then I took a day off. Then I worked out 2 days in a row and took 1 day off. Then 3 days in a row and a day off, following this sequence for as long as the month permitted. I think it got to where I worked out 6 straight days at the end. Well, I knew I was losing weight by the way my clothes were loosening and how my muscles ached. Unfortunately, I felt like along with the weight I was also losing my mind.

The big day finally arrived and we approached the scale to settle the score. Much to my chagrin and bitter irony, the scale read exactly 300 lbs.! I had lost 30+ lbs in a month, but was not below 300 as the original bet stipulated. This was the height of frustration for a person who easily got frustrated. Fortunately, my friend had mercy on me and declared the bet a push. Looking back, I think it was a fair and sporting gesture. It would have broken my spirit to go through all that and still have to cough up the money.

So, was I able to sustain this craziness? What do you think? The very next day, I made a bee line for Carl's Jr. and ordered up. Never did food taste better than that day and time. I didn't fall off the wagon, I jumped off with a Tarzan yell! As time passed, that crazy diet and exercise routine -- along with the 300 lb. scale reading -- became not even a speck in the rear view mirror.

The moral of the story: If you want to achieve a healthy weight loss, do it with common sense and, if possible, a professional by your side to guide and educate you. Exert yourself as your body permits and eat healthy, clean foods. Hydrate! It makes me shake my head to think about my old futile attempts. Even nowadays I overhear people talk about what diets or workout programs they're on and want to jump in the conversation, but nobody's going to listen to me if I come across like a tactless know-it-all.

So, am I ever going to move out of my parents' house? (yes) Will I ever be able to support myself? (yes) Find out next time... 

At this time I'm scrambling to get new pics, please bear with me. In the meantime, on with the story...

 My original trainer was gone and I had severed my connection with my 3 amigos. I was on my own. I was determined not to give up. I'd come too far to quit now. Getting my arse into that gym at least 5 days per week was top priority. Each day I walked in, I didn't know exactly what I was going to do. But, by golly, I did it! And the pounds continued to drop thanks to the knowledge that had been accumulated to that point. However, there was no sense of advancement of my training. I couldn't show myself any new exercises. When was the right time to increase the weight in any certain exercise? An effective workout program calls for continuous learning, muscle confusion, and "leveling up".

Finally, I wised up and decided to ask for help. By this time, these 3 trainers had many clients to tend to as their skills became evident. Things couldn't go back to the way they used to be, so I decided to choose 1 of them, pay what I could, and elevate my "game". This gentleman immediately started to show me some new moves which were exhausting, but I knew I was absolutely back on the right track! RG, as I'll call him (ok with you, boss?), restored my balance with carefully planned workouts 3 times per week and always sent me merrily off to do cardio after each strenuous resistance session. Journal inspections came back into the mix. One move in particular I can recall was an exercise called a bear crawl. This was oh, so tough to do at that time and he made me do it regularly in ever increasing distances along the gym floor as I left sweat trails in front of all the nice ladies and gentlemen. Aaahh...lovely memories...

Eventually, FullForce Personal Training was launched and I followed. While the others fill in when necessary, RG continues to be my primary trainer to this day and I'm very proud to represent him as one of his many "never quite finished" products.

Tune in for another episode of "All My Workouts".