Category: Achievement Unlocked

Why Weight Isn’t Everything in Your Health Journey

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This morning, I hit 188.6 lbs. It may have been 188.4 lbs, but I forget exactly, so when that happens, I take the higher weight (I don’t want to give myself any undue credit). This is significant because now I’m settled firmly into the 180’s. That means I have less than 13 lbs to go before I reach my arbitrary and meaningless weight goal. I say it’s arbitrary and meaningless because in the past, I’ve missed target weights but felt a whole lot better, was healthier, fit into smaller clothing more easily, and felt like I generally accomplished my goals of being at a healther “Size.”

The AI image didn’t tie the laces, tuck them in properly, or properly blouse the boots, but I’m sure someone will comment on this anyway, so I left the image as-is.

The reason why so many people fixate on the numbers is because it’s an easy measure and it’s tangible. What’s less tangible is how much better you feel, how much easier exercise is, how less winded you are climbing a flight of stairs, and how much better those blood test results are during your annual physical. These are the things that really matter. Weight? It’s a simple way to put a number to all these things, but it’s actually not that simple.

Factors for affecting your weight include your height (obviously), age (bone density increases with age making your skeletal weight greater), genetic makeup, and fitness level. As I get more and more back into physical activity, my body becomes leaner but the muscles also more dense and heavier. When I lost my initial 130 lbs, it is only then that I decided to add exercise to my journey. I continued to lose some weight, making it up to 150 lbs lost, but then I started gaining weight even though I was still losing inches off my waist. This was because I was weightlifting and also running which made me much healthier and stronger, but also made my muscles more dense.

Weight, for me, is a snapshot. It’s an easy guide to see where I’m at without looking too much into it. But once I do, and once I take everything else into account, I find that weight is not an accurate measure of success when undertaking a healthier lifestyle. It’s more like a suggestion. That’s one of the reasons why Whole30 doesn’t want you to weigh yourself. Many people can become easily discouraged when they don’t see the numbers dropping (or worse, see them increasing) while ignoring all the positive changes going on in their body and overall health. As our bodies reconfigure from a bad diet to a good diet, the body reacts in weird ways. I’ve done enough Whole30’s to know the process by now, and I’ve made it past the stall that normally happens to me just past week 2. Now, I’m back to making progress as my body is completely accustomed to the good food and the complete lack of added sugars (or heavy carbs in any form). I still have fruit, but it’s blueberries, raspberries, cherries, grapes, and oranges. I may have a banana before my Army Fitness Test on Saturday morning, but that’s just to pump my blood with some easy/quick energy before exertion.

So, while I celebrate the weight loss, I don’t put too much into that. It’s nice, but honestly, the only reason I really care is because the Army still cares about weight, and the new “Fit” standards to measure body composition penalize short people (like me) with unrealistic numbers for people my age.

Seeing the results in the mirror

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It’s one thing to see a number getting smaller and smaller, but it’s another thing entirely when you can see the results in the mirror and feel them in your skin. Another morning with not only appreciable weight loss (another pound, down to 189.4 lbs) but also finally seeing it in my face. Today as I was shaving, I could see it, and it felt great. I haven’t looked at this face in a few years, actually.

I have more crows feet around the eyes when my weight drops, but I’m okay with that.

Right after I went on my deployment, I injured my shoulder. That kept me out of the gym which in the past really helped me stay slim while eating right, and the resulting sadness over losing that outlet made me a little less diligent with my food choices. I didn’t go crazy, as I never got past 200 lbs, but I hovered in the high 190’s for the past two years.

Fast forward to January 2026. The shoulder still has pain (I’m seeing the specialist tomorrow, actually), but I finally decided enough was enough. The weight gain wasn’t due to lack of exercise, but a lack of restraint in what I was eating. Whole30 was needed in more ways than one.

Usually when I’m on my Paleo diet, I tend to be a little loose on the weekends. This causes a yo-yo with my weight: I gain about 2-2.5 lbs on the weekend and then lose it by the next weekend, only to start the process all over again.

While on Whole30, however, that doesn’t happen. As I stick to the plan, I don’t allow myself even the slightest wiggle room. In the long run, this is far better for me not only physically, but psychologically. It allows me to stay in the right mindset and honestly, it makes everything related to eating and my health easier.

I have drill later this month, and the only difficulty will be in finding Whole30 compatible foods. I know I can probably find some Mexican places for Fajitas, some steak places for steak and sweet potato, and all breakfast places will have bacon and eggs, but the bacon will be suspect as the vast majority of places use bacon with sugar. I might do some research and try to find some Whole30 compatible frozen meals I can buy when I’m in Austin and just have in my hotel room as necessary.

But this I know: I will feel great in my uniform, I already feel better in my civilian clothing, and when I look in the mirror, I get a jolt of motivation because the face looking back at me is no longer bloated from excess water weight or wearing the extra weight which was the result in a lack of discipline.

Rebuilding My Running Habit: Lessons from the Struggle

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It’s been over two years since I’ve been able to run, and now, while my Achilles heel still hurts a bit (especially in the mornings), I’ve decided to get back to running. I started last week, and let’s just say it wasn’t very fun.

The look of success after the most hellish running experience of the past 20 years.

I started last Wednesday. I ran two miles, and while it was tough, I got through it. I was sore afterwards, but nothing worse than I expected (I’ve done this “starting after a long break” thing before). I took Thursday as a recovery day, and I ran again on Friday. To say that the first half-mile was painful would be an understatement. To say the first quarter mile was nothing short of torture would be hyperbole. It was easily one of the most painful exercise experiences I’ve ever had. Yet, I couldn’t allow myself to quit. With literal tears running down my face, I continued running. I may have looked ridiculous to anyone unlucky enough to catch a glimpse of me running, but to me, I was running for my life. No matter how bad it got, nothing short of my body failing me would stop me from completing this run.

I had set a goal of two miles for these starting runs, and I was not going to stop until I reached the minimum distance. On my first run, I contemplated walking the second mile but thought against it. Living with the discomfort would last about 12 minutes. Living with the knowledge that I quit would last forever.

On this second run, I contemplated quitting after the first 1/4 mile. It was THAT bad. But again, I thought about having to live with the knowledge that I was a quitter, and I couldn’t get past that. I had to keep going. No matter how hard, no matter how painful; I was going to finish. Then, something I was hoping would happen came to pass: it got better. I was still experiencing discomfort, but it was less horrible. It was still pretty bad, but the longer I ran, the more bearable it became.

It never got easy. But it got easier.

This second run was on a Friday and I decided to give myself the weekend for recovery. Later today, I will start my third run in two years. I can already tell that my legs are ready. They no longer are sore at every movement, and I can successfully crouch without wincing in pain. I’m actually looking forward, not to the actual running, but to how I will feel afterwards. This is how I usually anticipate a run. I typically dislike the experience itself, and I can’t say I’ve ever truly enjoyed a run like some people do. I enjoy the feeling after the run; the mental clarity, the feeling of accomplishment, and the dull aching of muscles recently exercised. That’s what I am looking forward to this afternoon.

So I’m back. It was time. Oh, the pain in my Achilles heel? Greatly reduced. I’m now fairly certain that it’s been aching for exercise (literally). Now that I’m using my legs (and feet and ankles) again, they seem to be behaving properly. Who’d a thunk it.

UPDATE: So, I just completed my third run. It went a lot better than the first two. I had some slight knee pain in the first 1/4 mile, and it came back in the second to last 1/4 mile, but overall, I feel really good. I also reduced my run time by over a minute per mile which is really good. I actually felt pretty good out there. I decided that for the rest of this week, I’ll keep my runs at 2 miles but I’ll go up to 2.25 or 2.5 next week. My goal is to run 3-4 per run by summertime.

Celebrate the Changes

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My most recent selfie. I should have taken the pen out of my pocket.

It’s easy to forget how far we’ve come, or how much progress we’ve made unless we remind ourselves. This is important, not for vanity’s sake, but for motivation. It’s hard to work at something that has no real end state when you don’t have feedback on your progress. This is especially true for me, as I’m not working toward a target weight, a target strength goal, or a target run time. I am working toward the never-ending and always-moving target of staying fit, staying healthy, and keeping old age at bay.

What I’ve found does help me, however, is to take any small victory I can and celebrate it. This morning as I got ready for work, I walked into the closed to pick out a shirt to wear for the day as I do every day I go into the office. This time, my eye was drawn to a shirt I always liked to wear, but have been unable to due to weight gain/swelling after my surgery. I tried to put this shirt on about a month ago and could barely get it buttoned over my midsection. It made me sad, and honestly, left me kind of depressed for a few weeks afterward. I was terrified that this new body shape might become a new normal.

Well, after seeing the changes in how my trousers fit, I decided to give the shirt a try. I pulled it off the rack and took the shirt off the hanger. As I put my arm into the sleeve, I braced myself for disappointment. I watched carefully in the mirror as I buttoned each button, and to my surprise and pleasure, I was able to not only get the shirt buttoned all the way, but it fit properly. Not too loose, not too tight; just as it used to fit prior to my surgery. There was one change, however, but this is one that I will happily accept: my arms fill out the upper sleeves a bit more. If I flex, my arm fills the shirt completely and actually stretches it.

So, I’m gaining access to much more of my wardrobe. Fortunately, I like the clothes in my closet, so I will actually wear them all again. It’s amazing how much better I feel about myself, my health, my fitness progress, and life in general. I shouldn’t be so concerned with my body shape, but honestly, as someone in the military whose career partly depends on my physical fitness and adherence to height/weight regulations, it is always in the back of my mind.

I had an outstanding lifting session and run yesterday, and afterward, Sherry and I went out to eat some Indian food and I ate a spicy Vindaloo that was phenomenal. This morning, I tried a new Paleo-friendly cereal with a coconut/almond milk blend, and it was quite tasty (although I ate too much of it; a little bit of this “cereal” goes a long way).

I am actually looking forward to my lifting and run tomorrow afternoon, as it’s getting fun again. I finally got past the “Getting back into it” phase and I think I’ve psychologically and physically moved into the “This is fun; let’s keep building” phase.

Seeing and feeling the fruits of my labors realized by being able to wear this shirt really has helped me immensely. I’m glad I took a chance on this shirt. Oh, I think it looks pretty snazzy, too, so there’s a bonus.

You Are Stronger Than You Think

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This was me after my assessment and selection to the SFAB. I got through a lot more than I thought I was capable of back then, too.

Those were the words my daughter left me with on Friday afternoon as I ended our call before I went on post to attend my first official week of Warrant Officer Candidate School (WOCS). I had expressed to her some anxiety and a little bit of fear about some of the physical aspects of the training I was about to undertake. Later that day, I was to take the Army Combat Fitness Test (ACFT) which is a newly-implemented fitness test that currently has a high failure rate. I had taken one three weeks prior, but I was unable to complete one primary event (the leg-tuck) and had to substitute it with a 2-minute plank (which I was able to complete).

I had set my goal on improving each of the six areas of the ACFT which include:

  • Repetition Strength Deadlift (three deadlifts)
  • Standing Power Throw (throw a 10 lbs medicine ball behind you)
  • Arm Extension Push-Up
  • 250-Meter Sprint, Drag, Carry
  • Leg Tuck
  • The 2-mile Run

My results last time were good enough to pass:

  • 140 lbs deadlift
  • 7.2m standing power throw
  • 20 arm extension push-ups
  • 2:30 250m sprint-drag-carry
  • 0 leg tucks, but successful 2-minute plank
  • 19:47 2-mile run

Those were good, but personally, not good enough. I wanted to not only be able to show improvement through my efforts between drills, but I wanted to push myself to improve for personal reasons. I never like passing any sort of assessment with bare minimums; I want to have some wiggle room just in case I’m not able to perform at my best, I know I can still pass. So, I put in the work, and the following were my results:

  • 180 lbs deadlift
  • 8.5m standing power throw
  • 26 arm extension push-ups
  • 2:12 250m sprint-drag-carry
  • 4 leg tucks
  • 19:17 2-mile run

These are good improvements, but I’m setting a goal for myself to reach the next level of success. There are three levels of testing: Moderate, Significant, and Heavy. As a Warrant Officer, we are required to pass the ACFT at the Moderate, or “Gold” standard which is:

  • 140 lbs deadlift
  • 4.5m standing power throw
  • 10 extension push-ups
  • 3:00 250m sprint-drag-carry
  • 1 leg tuck
  • 21:00 2-mile run

The Significant standard is:

  • 180 lbs deadlift
  • 6.5m standing power throw
  • 20 extension push-ups
  • 2:30 250m sprint-drag-carry
  • 3 leg tucks
  • 19:00 2-mile run

Comparing my results against the Significant standard, I completed everything go Significant standard except for the run. For me to get there, I just needed to run a little faster. It is kind of painful knowing I missed making the significant standard by 17 seconds. 17 seconds is what seperated me from making significant standard across the board.

However, like anything, I have a goal, and I have a process to get me there. I will continue to train and push myself to attain the results I want. Will I ever make it to Heavy standard? Here’s what it takes for the Heavy standard:

  • 200 lbs deadlift
  • 8m standing power throw
  • 30 extension push-ups
  • 2:10 250m sprint-drag-carry
  • 5 leg tucks
  • 18:00 2-mile run

I think that getting the deadlift will be easy. My workouts will have me at 200 lbs deadlifts within the week, so doing a three-lift repetition for the test when I do 5 lift repetitions will be easy. I already can meet the standing power throw, and getting to 30 push-ups shouldn’t be problematic. The 2:10 sprint-drag-carry is a goal I’m already very close to, and with some more High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT), I should be able to meet that standard. I’m only 1 leg tuck away from meeting the 5 leg tucks standard, and I think I will be able to get there and beyond soon enough. The most challenging of the six events for me will be the 2-mile run in 18 minutes. I have short legs, and running has never been my forte. However, I’ve actually run as fast as 16:47 in my two-mile runs in the past, but not after a smoke session like the ACFT.

The ACFT, unlike the older Army Physical Fitness Test (APFT) is an endurance event that tests not only our physical capabilities and strength, but also our ability to balance our effort between the six events. If I smoke myself on the deadlifts to get a high score, that could detrimentally effect my ability to complete the sprint-drag-carry and the 2-mile run later in the test.

So, how does my daughter come into play with my experience this past friday with the ACFT? It’s because her words echoed to me throughout the entire text period. Every time I had some sort of doubt in myself or my abilities, I heard her saying, “You’re stronger than you think you are. You’ve got this.” Every time I heard those words, I pushed harder. I didn’t want to let her down, and I also needed to take her words to heart. It’s easy to slow down on a run when you’re feeling tired, but her words made me analyze how I was feeling. Am I out of breath? No; just breathing hard. Are my legs smoked? A little, but they aren’t sore or hurting. Can I push a little harder? Probably; let’s do this!

I challenge anyone reading this to consider that you are stronger than you think you are. There is more inside you than you likely are willing to admit, or want to admit. It’s easy to slow down or to stop, but if you slow down and aren’t breathing hard or aren’t exerting yourself during exercise, are you realling going to get the results you’re after? My dad always used to say if you’re going to do something, do it right the first time. That can apply to exercise: put in the work, and make it good, solid work. You will never see the results you’re after unless you push yourself, and the strength within you is greater than you think.

Achievement Unlocked: Shirt Off in Public

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I cropped my nipples out to keep from offending the nipple police.

I know what you’re thinking: “Nobody wants to see an old guy with his shirt off in public.” Well, let me allay your fears: it wasn’t at a public event or concert or anything. It was just on the sidewalk across the street from my house next to the lake/pond I run around. I had to get the sweat-soaked shirt off of me after an unusually hot run. It felt SO GOOD to get that shirt off. First, because it immediately allowed me to start cooling off, and second, because I felt confident enough with my body to allow people to see it without feeling self-conscious about it.

I know. I KNOW. Who cares about what other people think, right? Well, it’s not about that. I really don’t care what they think, but I care about how other people are affected by me. There’s a difference. I don’t want to offend or otherwise make people uncomfortable with me showing some skin.

People seem to be more uncomfortable with overweight people. I don’t know why that is; it could be because they’re shallow (they don’t like to see people who aren’t “Beautiful” in their eyes), or it’s because the bigger you are, the easier it is to take notice. Perhaps it’s their not wanting to face what they look like with a shirt off. Either way, I just don’t want to make people uncomfortable when they see me without a shirt on. That’s not a concern anymore (I think).

There were probably a half dozen people at the lake fishing when I walked a lap around it with no shirt on, and nobody seemed to take notice or be affected by it. And that’s good. Well, there was one grandma that kept whistling at me (sexual harassment!) but she does that even when I have my shirt on, so I’m used to it.