Day Zero point one

June 1st, 2016.
Day zero

Most people tell me to fuck off when I mention that I need to loose this belly. After all, right now I’m 5’9” and 155 pounds. I’ve been going to the Crossfit box 3 times a week since January and I’m about 16% body fat. Most people I know tell me that’s remarkably fit and they hand me a donut. But I need to lose this belly. It pisses me off. The

Any of us who is pursuing fitness at some level is in a different place on the path. I’ve been much leaner in the past, but not as strong, not as well rounded. I like the way things are going right now – I think I’m on a great training program and I think I have a really solid nutritional base, but I’m just a little too loose with sugar and alcohol and late night snacks…

I want to prove to myself that at age 54 I can be physically in better shape than ever. I want to honor the body I’ve been given. One tool I’ve not employed for the past couple of years is the disciplinary tool of the daily journal / blog.

So here I am again folks.

Day zero.

Day zero because I’m on an airplane on my way back from the Midwest where I just buried my father, abandoned my diet and did virtually no training for the past 9 days. I feel overstuffed, bloated, disgusting and disgusted.

Tomorrow morning at breakfast I turn to page one of my new book.

I’ve explored a lot since I was here last that I want to share, so join me.

Peace.

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