Bye Bye, Backfat â€“ Hello Boxing Gloves!: Halfway There, Almost There
Last week Thursday I stepped on the scale after being worked over by a trainer who goes by the handle, Gato.
I was pleasantly satisfied. The number, “187″ materialized on the digital screen between my big toes and I smiled.
187 pounds represents a 15 pound loss from 202.
The Good News: My backfat is gone. My six pack has begun to reemerge. My facial features appear to be sleeker. My arms are defined but the veins that used to plot routes up and down my biceps are conspicuously absent. My pectorals are no longer “mitties” (figure it out) and are cleanly separated along my sternum.
The Bad News: There are pockets of pudge that are trying to maintain strongholds on me and I have a nice solid layer of subcutaneous fat that needs to go. Unfortunately this layer of fat just beneath the skin, casually referred to as body fat or belly fat is usually the last, if not the hardest to get rid of — at least for non-professional and semi-pro athletes and other individuals like myself who don’t have the time to commit to two-a-days.
The Worst News: I want to reach my goal of 170 pounds yesterday/last week and the more gains I make, the more disappointed I become with the ones I achieve — the maniac health nut has returned.
The reality is that from 2006 – 2010 I gained 29 pounds. I’m not so sure I should be killing myself to lose in 90 days what it took 5 years to gain.
But knowing this hasn’t stopped me from trying. My goal for the beginning of July is to weigh in at 182. From there I will have to decide what steps I need to take to shave off the next 10 pounds.
But none of the above would’ve been possible without the good folks over at LA Boxing (Mamaroneck). I can’t believe that a mere couple months back I was filled with fear as I crossed the threshold of the gym for the first time. Nowadays I come in and say hello to everyone on staff for the day. I have my own LA Boxing t-shirt and I jump rope in plain sight of all, not the dark corner of the gym I started in.
The philosophy there is simple: If you don’t do the exercises the only one you’re cheating is yourself. What LA Boxing has done for me in the short time that I’ve been a member is let me know I can withstand the test, take it and give it right back. When I’m getting ready to give up during a workout, the voice I hear before any trainer’s is my own, demanding that I not fall down on myself, that I not cheat … myself. The trainer’s have an excellent eye for your strengths and weakness and they work very hard to turn your weaknesses into strengths.
I can’t say where I’d be with this regimen. I know for a fact that I’d still be 202, my knees would still, it would be difficult for me to move up and down stairs and a lot of my pants would still look like pipe cleaners.
* I’ve learned a lot about the craft of boxing. It isn’t something I intend to employ the next time someone makes me upset, but it is definitely an outlet for my daily frustrations and occasional woe.
* The mind numbing 800-1,000 cardio workout has tested me so much in these few short weeks that I’m not sure what I CAN’T do, anymore.
* I feel confident in myself and no longer ignore the man in the mirror.
* My LA Boxing experience has reinvigorated the warrior in me. The program has once again reminded me that nothing or no one but me is stopping me from achieving certain goals in this life. And I’ve been able to successfully and positively apply the same aggression, creativity and being light on my feet that is required of when I’m wearing the gloves to a variety of other areas in my life that needed “jumpstarting”.
On the morning of Father’s Day I went to the gym. Gato worked me over once again. When class was over he asked me if I was still dying.
“I’m never dying. The day I die is the day all this stops.”
It hasn’t stopped yet.
I don’t intend for it to stop ever.