I never considered myself human. Maybe it’s a positive quality — I’m not sure.
What I do know is that I’ve been pretty damn blessed when it comes to my physical well-being. Other than the fact that I’m the second shortest fitness blogger on the web (thanks Mark Young) I’m pretty lucky. I was born to an amazingly loving and supportive family with all my parts in place and still have a full head of hair. As a baby I was affectionately called “sumo” so I guess I was fed well.
Note: I also called firetrucks “firefucks” for my formative years. Unrelated but still funny.
I loved to be active when I was young and got knocked around but never seriously injured myself. The worst injuries were two fractured fingers missing a fly ball in a baseball game and a fractured ankle blocking a hockey shot.
To me fitness has always been a game within myself. The focus has been on the challenge both physical and mental. I look at new techniques and methods with different curiosity than most. It’s never been about beating anybody else, winning the race, intimidating the other dudes at the bar, being the most jacked guy at the pool or even to get laid. All of these things are extrinsic motivators.
Working out has always been something I could personally excel at. Sports don’t interest me because even in beer league the focus is on beating others. I want to beat myself.
Perhaps this is why I’ve always been fearless. When there isn’t an end in site, a competition, a show, a vacation, or a wedding there’s always that desire to push on and get better.
Periodizing workouts never made sense to me. I’ve never been interested in peaking or undulating (even though I have tried it). Periodizing means that there are periods where the effort isn’t 100%. This isn’t a concept I could ever grasp.
Even with this approach to weight lifting I’ve never gotten seriously hurt.
Because of that I never considered myself human.
Goals have never been my forte. I suck at making and keeping them. A goal signifies an end to a journey and I’m in this for life. A goal means that a plan must be set and anybody who knows me knows that I also suck at planning.
I don’t keep lists, I forget important dates, and I’m driven by passion. I find it hard to consider the consequences of my actions. Intuition is my best friend and it will always determine my actions.
Maybe this is why I’ve been able to have the successes I’ve enjoyed thus far in my young life? If I’d really considered the cost and effort writing and publishing a book takes I probably would have never started. That’s why it was never a goal. I never planned on it. It just was — and an insatiable intrinsic passion kept me going.
Goals are a tool for most to organize their lives. It’s becoming increasingly obvious that those who truly wish to set themselves apart in this world must veer off of the common path and find their own way. So maybe goals aren’t so SMART after all?
Human beings are told to make goals. Apparently they also worry about what the future may bring. Because of that I never considered myself human.
I eat what I want. If I feel like a beer I drink it. If I feel like a carbury cream egg I eat it being careful to savor all of the sugary goo on the inside.
When I was in the Philippines I managed a steady diet of mangoes and mango juice.
For the last 4 years my diet has stayed largely the same. Breakfast was eggs, lunch was chili, dinner was meat and veggies. Throughout the day I’d have snacks of veggies, nuts/seeds, shakes, and sometimes an omelette before bed.
I’ve never looked at food as a reward so over-indulging isn’t an issue. On one hand I enjoy a good meal. On the other I see eating as a nuisance. It takes up an inordinate amount of time.
I’ve also felt great while eating. My energy never used to be a problem and I had an iron stomach. Nothing bothered me, I was never gassy, I always slept well, and kept trim. Heck, I’m famous for walking onto the floor eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before starting my workout. Listening to others has never been my forte. It goes to reason that I never listened when told to wait 30 minutes after eating to exercise.
Cue the point where I get knocked down to earth
Note: This section is best read while listening to I’ll be missing you by P.Diddy.
My energy’s been low lately. I’ve been trying to ignore it valiantly clinging to the belief that I’m not human. I had planned to deal with it after Ignite the Fire comes out and becomes a massive success April 17th (shameless…).
It started to become an issue when I would find myself needing naps in the middle of the day and constantly feeling “off”. I’ve been having headaches, my workouts have been suffering, and my energy levels have been terrible.
For the first time in my life I’ve felt human. I didn’t have a clue what the issue was but thought it might be related to food so I went to Puremedica and had an IgG test done by Dr. Baum.
An IgG test is a test of the immunoglobulins or antibodies that exist in the blood. Since the human body is brilliant it makes specific antibodies to combat antigens. This is good if the antigen is a harmful virus or bacteria. The problem is that the body can mistakingly create immunoglobulins against non-harmful invaders like my beloved cheese. I had blood taken for the test after returning from Nick Tumminello’s Strength Cruise. It’s good to eat a wide variety of foods before taking the test so I figured the cruise was the perfect time.
The results were that I’m intolerant to gluten, dairy, and eggs…
This means no eggs in the morning, no beer, no cheese, no whey protein, no bread (or muffins), and no glass of milk before bed.
I’m hoping that the results of this test are the reason for my fatigue. Recently I’ve been experimenting with the meat and nuts breakfast and have had fantastic results so I’ll keep doing it. For the rest of the day though I’m pretty clueless as to what I’ll do for food.
Taking a look in my fridge I have a block of cheese, 2 double packs of eggs, and 4 litres of milk. I just put an
ad on Craigslist (somebody apparently flagged the ad and Craigslist took it down. Guess they’re intolerant too) for them hoping they’ll find a good home…
After all’s said and done I’m finally able to accept the fact that I’m human. Anybody got any good cook books?
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