Since my last post and until the end of 2012, my Fizz No More story came crashing down to the ground. I lost my focus. I ignored my goal. I was off the rail.
Last December, I was to attend my friend’s wedding on a mountaintop in the province. Two weeks before that, my personal trainer changed my workout. He made me do more plyometric exercises. It was an athlete’s workout he said. The holidays were approaching and he wanted me prepared for it by working out harder to torch the body fat. I lost a lot I observed. Wanting to make the most of my time, I worked out on the day I was heading off to the province. I started sneezing before we left. Unlucky me, the 11-hour bus travel was so cold it turned my sneezing into a fever. I endured the trip without any thick clothing to battle the cold. I packed for the beach not for the Arctic. We traversed land and sea for a few more hours afterwards with me asleep the entire time.
Fortunately, we had one more day before the actual wedding itself. I took advantage of it by resting and sleeping the whole day once we got to my friend’s hometown. I became better on the wedding day despite having a black out during the ceremony. For a few moments while standing with eyes wide open, my vision turned to black and I felt the world spinning. I got over it by not panicking and by will. I made it through the entire ceremony, which I really wanted to for my friends. When we hit the beach, the sun, sand and the sea rejuvenated me. I healed completely.
When we got back to the mainland, I saw the pictures from the wedding and the beach reception. I saw a couple of photos of me on the beach. Like a hammer, it finally hit me and made me realize the changes my body had gone through. I had another blackout. However, it was a blackout where all the fruits of my hard work and commitment flashed in front of my eyes. I don’t have a Greek god body yet but compared to what I was last 2011, I was happy with what I saw. Like a stream of consciousness I also realized that despite my health challenges on 2012, in general I felt more better. The pain and fear from 2011 became small. I stepped on it and crushed it with my heel.
The first workout of 2013 came. I was very excited. My trainer who just came back from Hong Kong was not in the gym. He told me before we parted last year he’d be there. But sleep overpowered him so I had no choice but to work out on my own. I did one of our kettlebell routines with flying colors. I loved sweating and seeing my sweat drop on the gym’s floor. “Sweat is fat crying” I remember one of the people on my Twitter timeline tweeted.
The next day, he was there to train me. The two weeks passed well. He added a couple of jumping exercises to my routines. My burpee improved and finally became a bastard (which I love surprisingly). My cardio improved. I was doing my exercises better than last year. I removed Fit & Right from my diet. I was guzzling water like an alcoholic does his vodka. I incorporated more yogurt into my diet. I opened my boxes of green tea again. Before I leave home and before I sleep, I must have water.
I cleaned my Twitter lists and added more #fitfam tweeters. There’s a regular boost of motivational quotes and health advice from my brain finding its way to my Twitter and Facebook. Some would express their surprise to a more positive me and wondered where was the pottymouth version. We can’t win every time with everyone I guess. But my pottymouth version is still in me. It’s in my core. It’s still there.
I am rejuvenated. A lightning of my labor’s fruits struck me and keeps me motivated and more dedicated. Sometimes I feel my rejuvenation is too much and I wish I can pass some to others. An aura of excitement and confidence surrounds me. The old me has died and a better version has emerged. I’m excited to see what lies ahead for me this year. There will be new health challenges I’m sure but what is a life without any difficulties involved? I’m looking forward to growing and learning more. I’m looking forward to evolving. Bring it on!