Peace to Doctashock for turning classic acetate to CD gold.
So we're in the home stretch of the year. Feels like I'm back from a break and have The Long Road ahead of me, but I quickly remind myself that said Long Road is going to fly by. December already, although the time between 12/1 and 12/22, for my annual Exedus from the City of Angels ("pause, do you know what a pause is? . . . NOT!"), still seems like an eternity.
Likewise, 200 seems so far away. 207 after a grueling boot camp workout at Legends MMA Training Center, so I've got some work ahead of me. But I do think I can make it. Just gotta put in the work between now and then. Do the dirt and fuck tha bullshit.
The three of you who read this babble may wonder why I'm so obsessed with weight. What's ironic is that if I was really obsessed with it, you'd think I'd be in better shape. Blame it on the high school wrestling.
See, when I came in as a freshman, the idea was just to get in shape a bit, learn a few holds so I could feel like less of a pro wrestling geek (the unwritten rule is that if you have an amateur background, it's okay to watch, and do, pro wrestling. Just ask Danny Hodge or Kurt Angle), and let that be that. I came in pretty heavy for my height, 159 lbs., and most of it was just baby fat and years of uninspired couch jockeying.
Largely because I didn't have anything better to do with my late afternoons, I showed up to every wrestling practice. I worked out with the team as hard as I could and I ended up losing quite a bit of weight. I wasn't getting any wrestling matches, and I hardly had any skills to be the least bit competitive, so I just kept on keepin' on. As the months went by, the pounds kept shedding off naturally. My teammates started to notice and soon it became a habit to see how much I could lose in a practice. By the end of the 4-month season, I'd dropped about 20 pounds.
At the year-end team banquet, I was given "Most Dedicated Wrestler" honors. It came as a huge shock to me, as all I really did was show up each day and get my ass (proverbially) busted. In fact, I remember one day, towards the end of the season, when Coach DiBella saw me weighing out and commented something akin to "you're gonna be in a whole new, lighter weight class next year," to which I thought to myself "next year?" I hadn't even envisioned sticking around. After all, shit, I did my year of wrestling; now I could justifiably go back to watching Ricky Steamboat, Jake 'The Snake' Roberts, and the Road Warriors do their thing in the squared circle and not feel like such a dork.
I've always been proud of that season, it wasn't until after that comment that I realized I had a good thing going, and that the only way I could really do myself justice was to stick it out for another three years. I continued to work out and went on drop down to 125.5, the eve before my birthday. I certified to wrestle at the 126 lb. weight class the next year, 5 weight classes below what I came in at as a freshman. Of course, the weight did come back gradually over the rest of my high school career, but I also actually started to wrestle and went on to win my fair share of them. I never really was any good as a wrestler, and when I hit college, health, fitness, and nutrition fell back to the last page of my priority list in exchange for fun, partying, and seeing how far I could take things. And as such, my weight and health have paid the price for it.
Since then, I've made lackluster efforts from time to time to get back into shape, but nothing like that first year of high school. But since the opening of Legends, I've reignited my drive to get as fit as I was lo those many years ago. I really haven't worked out like this in years, and with things going as they are, I don't want to stop halfway. I've been diagnosed as diabetic, and although I'm lucky to not need medication or insulin, I know that it's not going away, and this new healthy lifestyle is going to have to be for keeps if I'm going to stick around at all.
Peace to Mary for another dynamically smokin' set.
So we're in the home stretch of the year. Feels like I'm back from a break and have The Long Road ahead of me, but I quickly remind myself that said Long Road is going to fly by. December already, although the time between 12/1 and 12/22, for my annual Exedus from the City of Angels ("pause, do you know what a pause is? . . . NOT!"), still seems like an eternity.
Likewise, 200 seems so far away. 207 after a grueling boot camp workout at Legends MMA Training Center, so I've got some work ahead of me. But I do think I can make it. Just gotta put in the work between now and then. Do the dirt and fuck tha bullshit.
The three of you who read this babble may wonder why I'm so obsessed with weight. What's ironic is that if I was really obsessed with it, you'd think I'd be in better shape. Blame it on the high school wrestling.
See, when I came in as a freshman, the idea was just to get in shape a bit, learn a few holds so I could feel like less of a pro wrestling geek (the unwritten rule is that if you have an amateur background, it's okay to watch, and do, pro wrestling. Just ask Danny Hodge or Kurt Angle), and let that be that. I came in pretty heavy for my height, 159 lbs., and most of it was just baby fat and years of uninspired couch jockeying.
Largely because I didn't have anything better to do with my late afternoons, I showed up to every wrestling practice. I worked out with the team as hard as I could and I ended up losing quite a bit of weight. I wasn't getting any wrestling matches, and I hardly had any skills to be the least bit competitive, so I just kept on keepin' on. As the months went by, the pounds kept shedding off naturally. My teammates started to notice and soon it became a habit to see how much I could lose in a practice. By the end of the 4-month season, I'd dropped about 20 pounds.
At the year-end team banquet, I was given "Most Dedicated Wrestler" honors. It came as a huge shock to me, as all I really did was show up each day and get my ass (proverbially) busted. In fact, I remember one day, towards the end of the season, when Coach DiBella saw me weighing out and commented something akin to "you're gonna be in a whole new, lighter weight class next year," to which I thought to myself "next year?" I hadn't even envisioned sticking around. After all, shit, I did my year of wrestling; now I could justifiably go back to watching Ricky Steamboat, Jake 'The Snake' Roberts, and the Road Warriors do their thing in the squared circle and not feel like such a dork.
I've always been proud of that season, it wasn't until after that comment that I realized I had a good thing going, and that the only way I could really do myself justice was to stick it out for another three years. I continued to work out and went on drop down to 125.5, the eve before my birthday. I certified to wrestle at the 126 lb. weight class the next year, 5 weight classes below what I came in at as a freshman. Of course, the weight did come back gradually over the rest of my high school career, but I also actually started to wrestle and went on to win my fair share of them. I never really was any good as a wrestler, and when I hit college, health, fitness, and nutrition fell back to the last page of my priority list in exchange for fun, partying, and seeing how far I could take things. And as such, my weight and health have paid the price for it.
Since then, I've made lackluster efforts from time to time to get back into shape, but nothing like that first year of high school. But since the opening of Legends, I've reignited my drive to get as fit as I was lo those many years ago. I really haven't worked out like this in years, and with things going as they are, I don't want to stop halfway. I've been diagnosed as diabetic, and although I'm lucky to not need medication or insulin, I know that it's not going away, and this new healthy lifestyle is going to have to be for keeps if I'm going to stick around at all.
Peace to Mary for another dynamically smokin' set.
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
toothpickmoe:
It's not exactly a result as much as it is an hilarious moment.
salome:
Thanks for the sweet compliment on my set! I put my heart and soul into this set and I'm so glad you like it!