Day 1: Monday
We started out last Monday. And before I actually get into this, first of all I should mention that basically every single area of my life has been turned upside down.
- I can no longer stay up till 2 or 3am in the morning and get 4-5 hours of sleep.
- I can no longer just eat two meals a day.
- I haven’t had a single coke all week. And absolutely no candy.
- I went from little to no exercise, to complete and total exhaustion on a daily basis.
- I can’t sit on my ass. No, I mean it hurts too much to sit down normally!!!
Back to the story, we started out on Monday in the gym. Cali was training with Todd, and I went with Jeff. Now, I felt good about that first day to be honest! We had a hard workout, but I felt pretty good about the whole thing. I did everything Jeff asked, and although he kept asking me over and over how I was doing, I kept saying fine. Which was an honest answer! I was thinking this thing is going to be a breeze!!!
Boy was I wrong.
15 minutes after we stopped working out, on my way home, the worst case of nausea I’ve had in years hit me. It was all I could do to just get home, and crawl to my bedroom to lay down in bed. After about an hour I got up and the feeling had passed by about 90%, but I still felt really weak.
That night I went to sleep, and when I woke up on Tuesday, lo and behold I had a terrible pain in my neck! AAArrggghh! I slept on it wrong! Still, later that day I went to the gym to train (lower body), and Jeff had me take it a little easier. He didn’t want me to overdo it again. So my workout was about 1/3 as long as Monday.
Let me tell you, it didn’t matter come Wednesday! I could LITERALLY barely stand up! At this point, my body was broken. My arms hurt, my legs hurt, my neck was killing me, and I still felt kinda sick. Cali was literally having to carry my backpack into the office for me. And at this point I was feeling absolutely demolished. It was the kind of point that I think many people would call it quits. But if there was anything I learned in the USMC, its never to quit.
Wednesday was cardio day, and the only thing I could manage to do was drive to Walmart and walk around. It took everything I had, and I was in agonizing pain most of the time. Plus, my neck hurt, I felt weak, and sick at my stomach. I went to bed early.
The rest of the week were pretty much the same. Every day I went to the gym and we pushed as much as we could given the pathetic state of my feeble body. But something interesting happened. By Sunday, I started feeling “OK”. Not great, but not bad. In fact, it was cardio day again, and I managed to spend a good quality half hour on the treadmill keeping my heart rate way higher than I had expected to be able to.
1 Week Later
And by today, I was back to about 90% operational. Kinda like the Death Star (right before it was destroyed).
As I write this, I actually FEEL better than I did a week ago. Except for my neck. The strained muscle or whatever is still giving me a little pain. But the AMAZING thing is that even with all of that terrible, terrible, disastrous week – the results were crazy impressive!
In week 1, I dropped 3.6 pounds, lost 1.2% body fat, lost more than an inch off my waist, and even gained 1/2″ in my biceps! WHAT THE HELL? How that happened when I wasn’t able to give it my all, and while eating like 6 times a day, I’ll never know. And I definitely would not have achieved that without Jeff and Todd!
The Post Mortem
I beat myself up trying to figure out how the hell the wheels fell off the bus so early into our project! It was demoralizing to be getting my ass handed to me by a GIRL! (I’m not going to lie.) And the fact that I couldn’t even make it to day 2 was nothing short of depressing.
But I had to stop and look at it another way. My body was absolutely revolting from the sudden change in… well, everything! I had been feeding my machine nothing but junk food for so long. And the “exercise” I was giving it was nowhere near the intensity that it needed. I wasn’t sleeping well. I was letting work dictate my life. Everything had to change! So really, it’s not surprising that my body rejected it, right?
What is the ONE LESSON that I can pass on to you after my first week of torture?
Your expectations of what you’ll get out of a new exercise program are IRRELEVANT! Get over them! The goal is just to get your ass up and do the best you can each day. And when I say the best you can, I mean really push hard. No matter the pain. No matter the nausea. You have to pay the piper! But at the end of the week, even my results were astounding, and to be honest – now I’m anxious to see where we can go from here.