(written in March 2014)
My friends know me as a P90X-er, but its not because I’m a Beachbody coach trying to make an extra buck. The shit changed my life.
Before my junior year of college, I was always an overweight kid. Not fat, but was always near the end of the line for team runs. I was never completely comfortable in my own skin; its something I’ve battled since I was a kid, which also stems from a lifelong stutter. When I would try to change by dieting or something, it would always involve some depriving diet that would make me miserable for 2 weeks, forcing me to cave in and cheat. That, or I would lose a bunch of water weight and “reward” myself with a cheat meal, which became a cheat day,a cheat week, a cheat month…
The problem was, I was so concerned about the number on the scale that it would never occur to me to lose weight for the sake of being healthier. It was always losing weight so, basically, I could get to a point where I could eat whatever I wanted without being fat the next day.
When I got home from my what was basically “stuttering camp” in May of 2010, I felt like I could finally attack the 2 issues that have dragged me down for so long—stuttering and my weight. I had at least a portable solution for stuttering from the intensive camp—why can’t I find a solution for something that at least has a known cure?
I debated going back to the gym that summer, but my brother had been raving about P90X. I had heard about it before, but figured it was either some fad or was going to be wayyy too hard.
One Saturday, I popped in the disk just to see what it was. Was this some kind of weird workout regimen? Is there a magic potion I should be taking? What kind of sorcery is this?
First move was pushups. I said, fuck it, I’ll do some and see how I do. I think I did 8. Barely.
The disc went on, and I decided to just shut up and do the damn thing to see how “crazy” this thing was. Turns out, I survived, and all I did was a bunch of pushups and “pullups” (if you can even call it that).
Really cutting-edge stuff.
More than anything, P90X gave me direction, and even more importantly, knowledge. It told me what to do, when to do it and when I should do it day by day. The “muscle confusion” or whatever would take care of itself. All I had to do was follow the guide and I’ll look like one of the people on the infomercials.
This worked for a few weeks, but the idea of working out so intensely every single day (without some coach yelling at me) was starting to wear on me. Soon enough, the wheels were going to fall off.
That was, until I found this video of Tony Horton giving a speech.
It all clicked from there. I wasn’t going to work out so I could weigh “X” amount by September so I could eat what I wanted. I was going to do it because my life would be exponentially worse if I don’t.
To this day, I practice fitness out of fear—fear that there is a lifestyle that I am terrified of missing out on.
See, working out isn’t just about aesthetics (but lets be honest, its a big part). I have long-term goals of getting bigger muscles and stuff, but on a daily basis, working out releases chemicals that help you think more clearly, improve your mood, and just be a better person. You don’t say “no” to new ideas. The world is your motherfucking oyster.
This post isn’t about how awesome P90X is (its awesome tho). Its about taking care of yourself for the right reason. Do it because, to be blunt, there is nothing more important. If you don’t have your health, what do you have?