P90X and The Change

The infomercials made me want to pick up the phone. Their production values were stellar. The graphics and visuals were effective. And they did not come across as cheese. But, like so many people, I decided against listening to the little voice in my head.

12 days ago, my roommate asked if I would like to join her and one of our neighbors to work out. Since we have a very stocked weight room in our complex that I use regularly, I gracefully turned her down. She persisted (thank goodness), and I discovered that the program they were using was P90X.

It has been a life-changing 10 days already. I drink far less alcohol (the bottle of vodka in the freezer is going to be lonely for a long time), have stopped smoking entirely (and don't miss it at all), sleep more soundly (and apparently without snoring), and am ready to drop and give 50 push-ups at a moment's notice. We are using the 'Lean' program and I am already seeing physical changes.

In the last 10 days, I haven't lost a pound. In fact, if anything, I may have gained a pound. However, my waist is already slimmer. My shoulders are already broader. My chest is already deeper. And my back is already wider. Everything a man is looking for in his body is happening, and happening rapidly. (My legs have always been good. Now, my calves look like diamonds and my thighs look like well-defined watermelons.)

Most importantly, I WANT to eat properly now. I do not miss the fast food. I do not miss the beer. It would kill me to miss a workout because I am walking around as high as a kite from the endorphins being constantly released. In fact, I am already starting to think "2-a-days" with running and/or lifting to cross train. And I am passionate again.

The fire is lit. Big thanks to Tony H. and the BeachBody folks.