Before I begin the how I did what I did, here are some important links to the tools that I used to get me on the right track to reach my fitness goals and ultimately see lasting results:
Advocare 24 Day Challenge
CrossFit
Paleo Diet (or just eating clean)
With all of that business out of the way, please feel free to peruse those links at your leisure. They will provide some background on the “what” I did. I need to preface this that these habits, behaviors, supplements, meal plans, and workouts pushed me beyond what I thought was normal. These things worked for me, but I’m not a doctor or nutritionist. I did not seek a doctor’s advice. I listened to my body. I rested when it said rest, I pushed it when I knew I could. I experimented with different foods and tried to approach my diet from a standpoint of a science experiment, eliminating the variables along the way. I did eventually consult a fitness/nutrition coach once I’d done all that I could do, but for the purpose of this article, that came much, much later.
There were some critical people in my life when I started this that assisted. I didn’t do this by myself. I had people. I had The Hulk, The Coach, and The (Ex)Wife. All of these people were influential in their knowledge, support and motivated me in one way or another. They pointed me in the right direction, kept me on track when I veered off, but I still did the work. I still made the decision of what was on the end of that fork or spoon before I put it in my mouth. I made the choice to get to the gym each day for each class. I made the choice to lift that bar, do that burpee, or run that distance. I don’t take credit for all of my success, but I damn sure take credit for all of my failures. Sometimes admitting that you need help is the hardest part. Once that’s done, it’s easy.
The 24 Day Advocare Challenge started on May 30th, 2013. I started that. I followed it. I tracked what I ate and how much I ate. I’m not going to tell you what it is, just check out the link. But I can tell you that I did not cheat, not for 1 month (and then it was In-N-Out Burger – I literally almost shit my pants 45 minutes after, but it was worth it). My diet consisted mostly of vegetables (spinach, broccoli, red and yellow bell peppers, garlic, onions, and mushrooms) and lean animal proteins (lean steak, chicken, and canned tuna). I drank over a gallon and a half of water a day. I ate a few cashews when I was feeling a bit low between meals. Bananas every once in awhile, but I didn’t really consume very much fruit. I don’t have a sweet tooth, but if I did crave an after dinner dessert, I’d eat frozen berries. I tried my best to only shop on the ends of the supermarket. If it had a nutrition label, I didn’t want it. There was trial and error and the question of ‘Is this Paleo?’ came up often. You’re going to eat the wrong thing, and that’s okay.
Check your Ego at the door.
CrossFit started June 3rd, 2013. Elements Class, where they show you the introductory movements (push-ups, sit-ups, air squats, kettlebell swings and pull ups) and they go over ‘What is CrossFit?’ (click the link above). Class started and after the first set of kettlebell swings, I started to get light headed. I started to get dizzy. I started to pass the fuck out, no really. Tunnel vision, clammy hands, loss of cognitive thought. I knew I was going to go dark because it had almost happened to me once before in a 24 Hour Fitness. I instantly recognized what was happening and laid down for the next 45 minutes, missing the rest of the class. The instructor (not The Coach, but still a coach) checked in on me through out the rest of the class to make sure I didn’t die (no he did care, but I’m a big tough guy and I don’t need any help – right?). I just rode it out and regained my composure. Here I was, 293lbs, starting what was going to transform my life like it did for The Hulk. I was doing the things he was doing, eating the things he told me to eat, and taking the supplements he took – surely this couldn’t be happening to me, it didn’t happen to him. That’s when it hit me. I had missed the sign on the door to the box: Check your ego at the door. I thought that because there was no weight and all of these skinny, fit people around me were tossing barbells like matchsticks that, surely, a bit fat guy like me can do it with a PVC pipe?
What I didn’t take into account was my level of fitness, or lack there of. What I didn’t take into account is that the guy I used to be, the guy that could rock climb for 2-3 hours at a time, run 5 miles on the treadmill in less than an hour was a weighed down by years of unhealthy habits and self loathing. What I didn’t take into account is that my body had adapted to carbs for any energy it needed and because I’d stopped eating carbs in the form of grains and starches, my body started to shut down. And why would it want to work? It’d been sedentary for years. It was comfortable. After I recovered, a full 45 minutes later, I begged and pleaded with the instructor to let me come to the second Elements class. He let me. I was happy.
Everything hurt, but that was a good thing.
I’m glad I almost failed before I started. It illustrated that I was not invincible. It showed me that I did have a problem. It showed me that I needed this more than I needed anything else. Sure, it hurt. My arms, chest, thighs, and even my butt hurt from all of the movements I was asking my body to do. I modified rep schemes, movements, weights. I wasn’t ashamed to admit I couldn’t do something. I wasn’t embarrassed by the amount of sweat that poured from my body. There was a humility I found in asking for help. I was greeted by an overwhelming amount of support from strangers, strangers who would eventually become my CrossFit family. I had drank the kool-aid and I was hooked.
Gone were the days when the fat kid got teased for being slow, last, or generally out of shape. I felt like every step, rep, and burpee I did was for the community I’d found at the Box. That if I didn’t do it, if I didn’t give it my all then the people that cheered for me the day before would be disappointed that I’d given any less than 100% effort. Come in last, lift light weight, modify a movement, but finish the workout – it’s the only way you get better.
CrossFitters speak their own language and I was desperate to learn.
AMRAP, WOD, MetCon, HSPU, SDHP – What did it all mean? I wanted to be part of the club and the best part – they wanted me to be part of their club. Detractors may call it CultFit or that the first rule of CrossFit is everyone talks about CrossFit. I say that until you’ve tried it, until you’ve found your family in the box, just keep making jokes, because I know what kipping is and strive to do it.
With Paleo and Advocare I had my nutrition plan down. I had a meal plan, not a diet. I had something sustainable. With CrossFit I had a new family that would hold me accountable when I wanted to quit and run with me those last 400 meters to finish the mile. I had strangers telling me I could do things that I didn’t even know I could do. I had everything I needed to succeed – for the first time in my life.