You know, these days I no longer have the patience and tolerance to waste my time on things that do not make any sense. And the things that make sense are stuff that improve myself, the outlook of my life, or further the views that I stand for.
In this rather lengthy post, I am sharing you what would appear to be the first of the four walls that represents the limits that prevent me from becoming the person that I imagined to be.
WALL #1 THE FITNESS WALL
I have always wanted to be fit and good-looking, to be able to participate in sports, and to inspire others who think they are stuck health-wise to break their own walls. Who else wouldn’t?
It was not, however, until early February this year that I reached a point in my life where I could no longer afford to be less than my best. It occurred shortly after my British close friend named Alex pointed at my protruding belly and asked me publicly whilst we were having a nice day at a waterpark why I had it. “John, what’s that?” – I was left speechless and unable to summon any valid reason to say. It stirred my brain and I spent the succeeding nights mulling about the problem until I reached a decision to do something about it.
That event highlighted a major problem area that goes beyond my belly. I realised that I have one life to live, and I want to be the best in areas that I can be best. “The best” in a sense that I don’t allow myself to perform or act insensibly. “The best” in a sense that I reach the level of responsibility where I get to have what I want without causing unnecessary burden to myself and other people. I thought that if I really want to improve the other areas of my life, and there are many of them, I have to start somewhere. I have to start in me. If I really want to break my limits, I have to focus on somewhere where I can win. Exactly the words of my American close friend Rich, who is running a business here in Asia.
And so I made a resolve.
On the night of 4 February 2014, I went to my gym at Fitness First to know where I am in my health. At least my body weight, for starters. I figured that my weight was 78.6 kilograms, borderline obese. It terrified me, especially because I was already being active during those days (meaning to say, I even weighed more just a few months before).
And so I created a new project called “Heightened Active Lifestyle”. In this program, I obliged myself to invest a huge amount of my time on improving my health and to monitor the progress of my fitness efforts publicly. I shared my progress on Facebook, and allow other people, especially those who have better fitness, to comment on my posts so to help shape the direction of the project, ultimately enforcing that I am doing the right thing.
The foundation of my Heightened Active Lifestyle are the following:
- High-level plant-based diet
- No alcohol
- Increased physical activity and compulsory daily exercise
- No carbohydrate intake from rice, bread or pasta under normal circumstances
- Near total sugar and sodium ban from all processed foods and drinks
- Increased protein intake
- Quality sleep
Every day, I ate only the foods that make sense. From someone who didn’t care about the food he eats, I became super fussy and conscious on the quality of food that goes into my mouth. I figured, that my body don’t deserve anything less than quality. I also figured that there are foods that are less evil and brings the exact same level of satisfaction and happiness, but still very tasty.
I ate to respond to hunger and I stopped eating when I feel full. It was very hard in the first month but as days go by, I was drawn into a bigger picture that what I have been doing actually makes so much sense. I augmented my gym workouts with other physical activities. I started climbing mountains – many mountains – and more recently, running. They are now part of my life.
I logged and counted each day of the project – and still am. It serves as a constant reminder that I am on a mission to mastering self-discpline. Over the weeks and months, I started to see the difference. People began to notice something and started telling me that I’ve lost weight. My body composition changed and I started to notice myself that I looked very different back then and now. So different that I started asking myself how I even let myself to loosen up so much in the past. The return of youthful energy and improvement in relationships in life and at work, are priceless.
I now weigh 66.5 kilograms, a kilogram-and-a-half shy from my weight goal. That’s something I initially thought isn’t possible.
It appears that I’ve cracked my first wall. However, it’s not completely broken yet. The day is yet to come for me to see it crumble. There is still a little bit of spare tyre. And whilst it’s true that I’ve already gone far in destroying it, it also holds true that since I’ve gone this far, might as well totally obliterate it. And I will. After all, the destruction of the “fitness wall” will then make my life easier in breaking the next wall – the “Athletics Wall.” I will write about that in my next post.
For now, thanks for reading and have a great evening.