Do you even lift, bro? – Why I started working out

A little over a year ago, I bought a house which was a big change for me, but it led to a much bigger change. I joined a fitness center/gym and started working out. While I have toiled with working out in the past, it never lasted more than a couple weeks at most and normally ended with me hurting myself. So, why the change?

Before I get into that, let’s get some back story. When I was in high school, I was 6’2” (I am now 6’4”) and I was lucky if I weighed 125lbs at the time. I was tall and freakishly skinny. I had always been under weight (I will talk about my weight another time). I had no interest in working out or sports. I was awkward, uncoordinated, and anyone stuck with me as a gym partner did not hide the fact that they hated it. The one day we went to the weight room for some reason, I couldn’t even lift an empty barbell (an Olympic men’s barbell without weight weighs 44lbs, but most people in the gym will say 45lbs because weights are in increments of 5 or 10lbs normally).

When I joined the military, I had issues with breathing (five years later finding out that I had asthma which led to me being medically discharged, but, like my weight, that is a story for another day) and developed knee, wrist, and shoulder problems. I was able to do enough to get through basic, barely. I had to do a mile and a half run in eighteen minutes. I did it in eighteen flat. I did do basics like sit-ups and push-ups and light jogs that kept me in the service, but not much more than that as I was limited on what I could do by doctors while they tried figuring out what was wrong with me.

After my medical discharge, I was not active. I did weigh 160lbs but that dropped to around 130-135lbs within months of getting out.

I liked to walk around places which I something I did a lot when I was stationed in Tokyo, but nothing big. I tried P90X a couple times but would either have issues with my asthma or I would pull something because I didn’t know what I was doing. I also started putting on weight which was good, but it was fat weight which was bad.

Then I bought a house and decided I needed a bog garden.

Building a bog garden was pretty easy. It involved digging a big hole, laying down a pond liner with some slits in it, and filling it with a combination of perlite, peat moss, and SAND. The sand is the key to this whole thing.

The sand was sold in 100lb bags and, as I tried to illustrated, in high school I couldn’t even lift an empty barbell. Now this is 18yrs later, but not a whole lots had changed other than adding knee, wrist, and shoulder problems to the mix. I ended up calling my little brother to help get the sand bags and build out the bog garden. That was a huge hit to the ego.

Luckily, there is a fitness center about five minutes from my house and next to the grocery store I go to regularly. I joined up and, knowing I didn’t know anything, I signed up for sessions with a personal trainer.

A year later, I no longer have a trainer, but I am working out 6-7 days a week. I am not trying to bulk up and look like Arnold, but I have traded some fat for muscle. There is definitely a visible difference in my appearance. I am still trying to lose the belly fat, but that is more because I like too many foods I shouldn’t be eating. I feel better about myself and have fewer days when my wrists and knees hurt.

The funniest thing is that I hate not being able to work out. Even on my rest days, I go in and do cardio. If you were to tell high school me this, I would have died laughing at you. And that is why I started working out.


Just a test

This is a test of the Necro Monkey broadcasting system. This is just a test. If that had been a real post then I would have said something of value.

I am actually testing a plug-in for WordPress. The plug-in should post a link to this post on the Necro Monkey fan page and to my twitter account (which in turn should post to my Facebook page). Hence this test.

The Necro Monkey is back

I have come back to my blog/ramblings. I will be posting randomness, stories about my life like about my childhood and time in the military, flash fiction, short stories, and anything else I feel like posting. The plan is at least one a week but hope for much more than that.