I Just Don’t Get It

I like success stories. Beat cancer, survived the wilderness, overcame a handicap, worked hard and changed life/lives for the better. The key is hard work, and with hard work comes sacrifice.
Let’s look at two guys both in their early 30’s and both 5’10”.
Guy A
– dines out 4 to 5 times a week
– drinks 6 to 7 days a week with 2 to 3 of those days being 6 drink minimum days
– out till 12 to 1 AM at least 2 times midweek while having to be awake and at work for 7 AM
– high carb/fat and low protein intake (chips, candy, pizza, soda, ice cream, unfiltered wheat beers, buffalo wings, fast food)
– exercise consisting mainly of steady state cardio
– 235 lbs

Guy B
– dines out 1 to 2 times a week
– drinks 1 to 2 days a week with 0 to 1 of those days being 2 drink minimum days
– out till 9 to 10 PM at least 1 time midweek while having to be awake and at work for 7 AM
– high “quality” protein and fat and low carb intake along with vitamins and natural supplementation
– exercise consisting of weight lifting, metabolic conditioning, and steady state cardio
– 193 lbs

Guy A seems to be out partying it up and burning the candle at both ends. Guy B on the other hand seems to be staying healthy. So, barring any catastrophic event, who will live longer? My money is on Guy B.

Now, I know all of you smarty pants out there are saying “they’re both you”. Yeah, A was then and B is now. Don’t get me wrong, at the time when I was A I was having wicked fun. I was out late all the time eating shitty food, hammered off my ass. Pretty soon my clothes started getting really tight, then I couldn’t find “non-fat person” clothes to fit in to. Then I noticed that my afternoon lunch nap became my first break nap plus afternoon nap. Then I would get home a knock a couple back because I was exhausted and needed to unwind. But the final straw was when I saw a picture of myself shirtless setting up camp in Yosemite. I looked like shit, plain and simple.

So I decided to clean up my act and get healthy and in shape, but that meant sacrificing things I loved. As time went on and I started get in shape I started wondering if I really did love the food/booze/late nights or was I just conditioned to it?

Well, with a couple trials and painful errors I’ve come to believe that I was definitely conditioned to it. After living cleaner for a while now I look and feel better then I have in a very long time. Here comes the rub though; the people I used to hang out with are “confused” about “why I’ve changed” and think “people have changed me and made me different because I don’t hang out anymore”.

Here it is quite simply:
Yes, I have changed. I didn’t become a drug abuser. I didn’t become a wife beater or alcoholic. I got in shape. I got healthy.
No, I can’t hang out like I used to. Four to five hours of sleep makes me feel like shit for the next day and a half. If I told you out of 365 days in a year you could feel good awesome for 115 of them, but for the other 260 days you would have to feel: tired, bloated, lethargic, headachy, and possibly nauseous. You’d tell me to fuck off.
Yes there were people involved. This is the one that perturbs me the most. If someone I know achieves success I try to be the first to congratulate them because I would expect them same in return. If someone you knew was sick and found the help they need to get better wouldn’t you feel relieved? Surprisingly though, I’ve come to find out that people that I thought would be extremely supportive are not. Is there some sort of confusion here as to why I’ve decided I want to get in to shape? Is it bucking the status quo that some people have become accustomed to? I’m feeling, mentally and physically, better than I ever have, so where am I wrong? I just don’t get it.

-griz-

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