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Posted on May 8, 2012

Day 8: The Changes

Day 8: The Changes

Change

Change

As my journey through TNDO marches victoriously through its first week, i find myself already experiencing the changes physically and psychologically. The mere fact that I’m restructuring my frailing body gives me the sense to keep going, knowing that every day practices is a day i grow stronger, literally. As i go through my reps i did lady week, i could easily remember the ache i felt during every strenuous exercise and notice how easier it has become with only a week’s time. Despite that, i still find the time and organization to pull my training towards daytime where my energy is best suited for such efforts. My roommate Vince even theorized that my workout is best positioned in the morning, and knowing he’s a frequent gymmer, he might have a point.

How amazing it is to point out that through my past week, TNDO diffused to beyond my sports habits, but to my academic duties which i also had troubles going through. I was always the procrastinator that submitted his work 15 minutes before the deadline, while last week showed a rare event of finishing not one, not two, but three final assignments due this week and the one after. As my current week starts with a promising hope to continue, i face challenges of keeping the progress with my trip to southern France. If there is a will there is way…or better yet, if you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you’ll be successful.

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Posted on May 7, 2012

Day 7: 1st Week Achieved

Day 7: 1st Week Achieved

7 Days

7 Days

As mundane as it would seem, going past the first week wasn’t as easy as it sounds. I would imagine how ridiculous it were for a regular athlete or the majority of the Bell curve for that matter, but for a sedentary lazy dude like me, this is a promising beginning.

My challenge lies in keeping the enthusiasm I carried throughout the first week. The repeated motivation from Eric Thomas’ speeches, the midnight workouts, and the determination that diffused to other aspects are what I seek to perpetuate throughout this month, and beyond.

See, what I’m trying to do is develop a good habit – a boring routine that would extract the laziness out of me bit by bit. Knowing the procrastinator that I am, it’s extremely tough and unhealthy to do it all of a sudden. Rather, I’d prefer to organically morph my habits into something productive and subtle that wouldn’t shock me into the void I used to live in. So far, it’s been met with good persistence, the kind that I would like to become a lifestyle..my lifestyle. Hoping the change I long for would be there. My mind needs this more than my body. Ironic.

 

Image credits: Nonni’s Food Co

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Posted on May 6, 2012

Day 6: Only God Can Rest

Day 6: Only God Can Rest

Pain is temporary

I do live far from my family, but the custom followed me. A ‘special’ feast would be prepared for the meal; something that I don’t prepare during the week (a.k.a anything but Spaghetti Bolognese) and would be sometimes related to Lebanese cuisine, special meals like carbonara, lasagna, you get the point.God has rested on the seventh day…but only He did. It has never occurred to me the benefits of having a Sunday workout. While families enjoy quality time together around a Sunday feast, a BBQ in the backyard, you know…a 3000-calorie lunch, it is inevitable to find refuge on the nearest couch and let the stomach factory churn the goodies that once cluttered the lunch table.

Usually that would be occupied by the famous siesta, and being the lazy person that I were, it was inevitable for me to target the softest section of the couch, and march with determination with my laptop to my new castle for the day. Thankfully it wasn’t the deal this time.

It was still pressuring to make time for the workout, between preparing the meal, finishing a big project (before its deadline), attending mass, and back to my project. Yet I was back to my midnight habit to attend the gym with full energy.

Since my initial reps practically require the most effort in terms of energy use, they always posed a challenge. Once they’re done, my workout would become heated up and much smoother. Today was a bit more challenging because I was still comfortable from the meal, spiritually at peace, and the urge to chill-out and relax was at its highest. Yet, with determination I made it through the initial steps and things got going well for that.

The only thing I regret was not running the treadmill. It’s one of the most support-needed exercise because my endurance has given up to sloppiness and the sedentary lifestyle. Knowing it’s my weakest link, it drives me hard to work on it and experience the pain that comes with the effort.

I constantly stop when my lungs and legs cannot handle the pressure. My asthma scars remind me how difficult it was to breathe properly and with every inhalation, I remind myself that this is also to prevent it from coming back..a painful skidmark that accompanies my breathing process every now and then. 15 minutes on the water rowing machine, and my shoulders and back would also be done for the day.

The 2-minute track home is a moment of unstable walking and feeling the sweat running down my forehead. The sloppy steps I make are the ones that tell me I’m on the right path. As I lean on the elevator walls, I steadily breathe as I reflect upon my humble achievement in my project. Week 1 has ended.. Let’s keep it up!!

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Posted on May 5, 2012

Day 5 : Saturday Fever

Day 5 : Saturday Fever

Pump It Up!

Saturday is historically considered a day where people rested. It has been forever taken to have a Sabbath or Sabbath-like privileges. In other words, it’s an added reason to make laziness the highlight state of our day, or a break from the week’s hard work.

I couldn’t fully embrace this fact anymore. I’ve been lazy for too long…23 years long. I decided to take this lifestyle that benefit me intellectually on the cost of my athletic abilities. My asthma didn’t help, either. And throughout my empowerment of taking my own decisions I’ve decided to dig through the world behind that 14″ 32-bit TruColor CRT monitor through its intriguing dimensions and captivating domains. Graphics, coding, customizing, news curation, you name it. It’s an interest developed to a habit developed to an attitude developed to a lifestyle. Time to balance.

As I get older, I tend to see a clearer and more realistic view of my future. I was inspired by the obesity in the world and the gym fanatics and the oddities of having these two extremes living in my own entourage. My stay in France led me to develop my intellectual abilities even further, yet the unhealthy diet and the university pressures forced me to ditch my body for another 6 months, but the low point that happened this week was the turning point I was eagerly waiting for.

I enjoyed having my determination continue through the heart of the weekend. Beer is out of the question for now, unless I can compensate some pints with an extra kilometer or two on the treadmill. Either way, I can’t tip the balance all the way to my personal development on account of my social life. In the end, this makes part of the former, anyways.

For what it’s worth, working out on a Saturday proved to be even more positive than resting all day. The feeling I got after know that I’m doing this for my own well-being surpassed any residual feeling that comes from sitting all day gazing at the life outside the window. I’m not sure if it’s the dopamine and serotonin affecting my positive mood, but whatever it is, it’s directly related to what I’m doing.

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Posted on May 4, 2012

Day 4: Sacrificing Friday

Day 4: Sacrificing Friday

The Road to Success

It’s a universal thing to go party on a Friday night. The general consensus would involve socializing over food, alcohol, a movie, or any combination of the sort. I decided to break that.

As I encountered tempting plans to go out that night, a sentence kept repeating itself on a loop in the back of my head “you don’t care if you have a basketball game, a party, somebody calling you…” It’s part of Eric Thomas’ speech on success. It was a stand-off between my innate desire to go out and socialize, and the rising riots against the status quo. The latter won, fortunately. People can wait while I build up myself and focus on what’s important. Nothing comes for free, and building up myself through the TNDO approach wasn’t any different; it had to come at a cost fortunately I can hold.

While the rest is dressing up, I was changing into my gym shorts between my break from a recent project deadline. The end draws near as my courses end, my ticket back home is reserved, and closing ties with France is becoming more imminent by the day. The countdown reads 27 days, the moment I claim victory over my academics, and hopefully with a fit body.

With every rep I make, I could imagine what my friends are doing, how they’re spending their time with pints of beer in every hand, smiles being thrown here and there, kissing corners crowded, dance floor crammed with energy…I am only brought back to reality through the pain that reminds me of how un-fit I am, and I move on. With every stroke, every move, the pain increases, and so does my will to complete the set. Hearing the speech in repeat mode exceeds any kind of music in terms of physical drive. I repeat every thought he says with belief and conviction, giving me a reason to keep on doing the exercise and prevent me from being the slacker I’ve always been. I can’t shrug their laughs, though, no matter how hard I try. The party goes on without me, because I chose not to be part of it, but of something bigger. It’s a notion that I hope to work through and make sure that this Friday won’t be like the last one, and the next one would follow the new paradigm.

They party. I take no days off.

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Posted on May 3, 2012

Day 3: Post Midnight

Day 3: Post Midnight

Persistence

“…It’s a bunch of little steps”

Tons of articles show that the best times to work out is NOT at night. Common sense says so, even. Yet my procrastinating self wouldn’t break the habit of keeping things undone, but not this time. It was a determined achievement, a call to change habits and create right ones and develop a mechanical routine that would instill in me a desire to achieve a routine that is planned from A to Z and develops the right kind of motivation to keep on doing it. The moment i play “How Bad Do You Want It (Success)”, which is the audio version of the original inspirational video, I start to refresh my cause…why am I doing this…why should I keep doing this…and what drives my to continue instead of staying lazily on my couch.

It was a night of stress. With the pressure to study for a 3-hour exam the next day and the lecture courses were too much of a burden, I decided to focus on the material before I delved into my workout. It wasn’t until 2 am that I decided to take a break and work my body before I completely shut down. As the days move ahead, I find my body agitated, wailing at the sudden changes that happened at such a fast pace. Every muscle is aching, and that’s how I want it. My only care is to get enough sleep to recover my tissues, and hope the next day would be as bright as this one.

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Nicolas El Hayek located at Beirut, Lebanon , Beirut, LB . Reviewed by rated: 4.5 / 5