The Contrast

The Contrast
Lift Big, Sing Big, Look Great Doing It.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The Elevator Ride

Elevator goes up. Elevator goes down. As a delivery driver I ride a different elevator in a different part of the city nearly every day, sometimes twice a day. Most of the time in hospitals. Delivering to doctors and Pharm reps. They have various speeds, decor and music. But, unlike the Wonkavator, it has only two directions. Up and down.

I enjoy being a coach and trainer. I truly do. However, it is at times rather heart breaking to watch others go through the ride, to help them through the journey, to always be the words of strength and support and keep that finger pointed to the light at the end of the trail and watch them fight those same demons I wrestled with day in and day out for the better part of two years.

Even to this day those demons, those son's of bitches tug at my heart, making me question my self worth with every minor change to my physique or measurements or the progress I'm making in the gym. And now I watch others fight those same battles, go through the ups and downs, ride the elevator if you would. I pray that my "wisdom" gives them solace and that my understanding of their struggles will shine light on some of the mental pit falls.

Yeah, that's right a metaphor. Elevator go up and down. Except this elevetor isn't dropping like a dimmer switch. It only takes digital numbers on a little box you step on in the morning to cut your wires and send us into a plummet.

It's fucking agonizing. I've had days where those numbers literally dictate what kind of day I'll be having...

I lost a pound.

"Yeah! Life is grand!"

I gained a pound.

"...What the hell am I doing with my life? I'm never going to lose this weight. I fucking suck. This day, this week, this month, this YEAR have been a complete and total fucking waste."

If you think I'm exaggerating then you obviously have never had this struggle before. This was my LIFE for the better part of 2 years. It's a miserable elevator ride filled with shitty Muzack and the upset feeling you get when the ride goes up and down too damn fast, except everything you're doing is self inflicted.

But the highs....oh my god, the highs are so incredible. I've regularly talked about my addictive personality, and never have I gotten such an incredible high as when I succeeded with my weight loss goals. Cloud. Fucking. 9. King of the world, King Kong ain't got nothing on me. The blissful, god complex that overwhelms your head and heart is enough to make you ride that cloud right into the sunset. 

This is what you have to look forward to whenever you decide to take the journey. Whether it's with me, another coach or trainer, or by yourself, you will experience this every step of the way. It's easy to show before and afters and say that the journey is worth it and that it was more manageable than people might imagine. HOWEVER, whenever you're on your 16th week of dieting, you've never missed a training session, a cardio session, and your diet is on point and you don't feel like you're seeing the results you should be, your body and mind will do as much as it can to try and get you to quit.


Change, adapt, make adjustments and push as hard as you can. But never quit. The moment you quit is the minute you die. I know I'm being dramatic, but your progress has to be that important to you if you're going to get through the ride.

Until Next Time,

Lift Big, Sing Big, and Look Great Doing It.

The Opera Bro

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