So far, so gooooooooooood....

In the movie in The Magnificent Seven Steve McQueen's character is asked how "things" are going.  He stops, looks off into the distance tells this story:

A man falls out of the window of a 10 story building and as he passes each window the people in the rooms heard him say, "so far, so good".

Since my grand return to the "givingadamn" lifestyle all I can say is, "so far, so good".

So far, so good.

I began 19 days ago to get back into the groove of planning my  fitness, meals and tending to my health again.  I piddled around for a couple of days, then made a few dietary exceptions and then piddled around a bit more until two weeks had passed and I was weighing in heavier than when I started.  Then, in an effort to jumpstart or reboot my campaign, I made one HUGE and very questionable decision.  I quit my trainer.

I'm still not sure if that was the right move.  I'm beginning to think It was pretty stupid, in fact.  So, I sit here today with my entire plan in place: a week's worth of meals planned, grocieries bought, workout times planned and each of a large number of training sessions outlined for reps and sets.

A couple kettlebell workouts, a couple of strength workouts for the gym (built from the obligatory base of deadlifting and squating), a couple of sled pulling workouts (using the exergenie trainer) and two cardio variations which all fit together nicely, if I do say so myself.

So far, so good.

As I type this my left wrist is sprained from trying to do renegade rows on the kettlebells, my left forearm/elbow is shredded from flipping my 300 lbs. tractor tire, my left knee isn't holding my body weight from attempting to do lunges, my right ankle is sore from trying to do burpees and my left rotator cuff is sore as hell from attempting turkish get ups with a 26 pound kettlebell. 

My right rotator cuff ain't none too happy about it either...

So far, so good.

I also over worked myself with my sets and reps scheme to the point that, beyond that laundry list above, makes it just plain painful to walk, use the restroom, etc.

Not since that scene in the Predator 2 has such a cry of agony been heard to eminate from a bathroom.

Toilet, I stab at thee from hell's heart...

The good news is ALL the pieces are in place and the lesson of "do what works" is firmly inprinted.  It was foolish to attempt a lot of those moves.  I do know better than that.

That is the brilliance of my trainer, he worked me very hard without doing damage.  He found dozens of work arounds and rehab manuevers that kept me in the game. 

Today I am 379 lbs. @ 42.0% bodyfat.  I need to lose 120 ls. of fat to reach 15% body fat.

So far, so good...