Funny how life works. Last time I wrote in here, I was still in law school, living up in LA, liked a tough girl and spent my days drinking and working in a law firm.
None of those previous statements are true anymore. I am now back at home in Orange County. Turns out when I thought I had just squeaked through my first year of law school, I had instead fallen a hair short of the minimum GPA. I now work in retail making less than half of what I did during the summer per hour in a law firm. I am also currently fighting the law because of a surprise license suspension. I was pulled over and "the Man" took away my ride for a good mandatory 30 days. As the French like to say, c'est la vie (or whatever it is those silly French people like to say over in that country they live in).
The real fun has begun now: I'm in the process of getting myself shipped overseas to shoot people and live a life considered blessed if I see the sunrise the next day. That's right, I'm trying to become a Marine.
Why? One, because I am a hopeless badass. Two, I am a glutton for punishment (see previous paragraphs). Three, because I am hoping I can finally force myself to make the most of all my God-given talents. Seriously, the title of my life story could easily be "The Boy that Could've and Should've, but Didn't, (that Asshole)," if things don't change soon.
I am hoping that picking up writing here again will give me a place to document the work I'm doing and give me something external on which to latch a commitment. I guess today will be day 1 of getting myself back in shape.
A little back story regarding my potential athleticism: I've played almost every sport known to American-grown youths and did better than average in most of them (I still suck at tennis and golf though). I played water polo in high school and college. I was always a tad scrawny up to and through high school, and entered the glorious realm of D1 sports at a whopping 147 lbs sopping wet. Mind you, I was at that point (and still am) 6' 2". Our team nutritionist declared me almost clinically anorexic, except that I ate like a horse. Apparently I ate way too healthy and worked out way too much to gain any weight. Since I couldn't stop working out (my hours of work actually increased once hitting college), I had to instead change my diet into the worst calorie-riddled smorgasbord I could fit into my aching jaws.
Long story short, after 3.5 years of 5000 calories a day, I ballooned up to 197 lbs. Because I was still working out like crazy (and hardly ever drank), I still retained below a 5% body fat percentage. In essence, I was Adonis. My nickname on the team was Bruce Lee because of my body type.
Now I am back down to 178. I lost a lot of strength, size, and a ton of conditioning (not to mention that sexy, sexy tone). Here's what I need to be able to do before I attempt the Marines PFT: 20+ pullups, 120 crunches in 2 minutes, and run 3 miles in 18 minutes or less.
During college my record for pullups was 23, so I know with some hard work I could get back there again. I can still do 120 crunches in 2 minutes, so that will be no challenge whatsoever. My issue is the running. I am still decently athletic but I was never a distance athlete in anything. I don't have the mindset for it and I clearly have no clue how to train for it.
On top of those specific goals, I also have to be in phenomenal shape just to be in the Marines. Of course, I would like to attempt the Special Forces, which actually shouldn't be as hard for me as other people because of my extensive water training background.
To put a date, I want to be physically ready to go by April 1st (no, I am not setting myself up for an April Fools thing. Or am I?). That is exactly a certain number of days from now, let's call it roughly 75 days, to go from couch brotato to Marine specialist.
So without further gilding the lily, here is day 1:
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DIET
Breakfast: pizza bagel my brother left over from the previous day that he traded me for a better copy of Kanye's new album. Bottle of water.
Lunch: chicken caesar salad from El Pollo Loco. Grande double coffee mocha frappuccino from Starbucks (what the hell was I thinking?).
Dinner: good-sized bowl of homemade chicken soup. 6-8 cookies. Half a glass of milk.
Miscellaneous: 2-4 other bottles of water.
EXERCISE
Biked to and from work, which is roughly 4 miles in each direction. On the way back, I'm forced to hike up the hill to my house because it is too steep to ride up at this moment.
SLEEP
Went to bed at 430 or so, woke up at 1215 or so.
GOALS FOR DAY 2
Earlier bed time, between 7.5-8.5 hours of sleep, a solid lifting session, and a healthier meal plan. The lunch/early dinner is what is going to kill me.
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Let's see if day 2 can have a much better amount of lifting and working out. Online journal, I'm counting on you to keep me on the straight and narrow, so don't even think about slacking on me.
Till next time, I remain:
the same guy, only better.
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