My fitness - the power of dogs, the internet, and caring strangers

Towards the end of 2011 I found a breed of dog remarkably like me in key ways - namely, the dog loved being close to people.

Fast forward to may of this year I brought my Vizsla, (Veesh-la, or Veezlah if you're european) from my home north of Detroit nearly 800 miles to just south of Boston, MA.  While there, I met folks previously unknown except from the Hungarian Vizsla Forums.    I had the fortune to speak with Erin - she's there in the photos from the walk contained in this post.

 I'll let you guess who is whom.   Anywho - Miss Erin.  Sweet woman - very kind, open and in remarkable physical shape.


While chatting, she mentioned her desire to work in the Fitness field.
Now, I have to tell you, Erin's boyfriend is really cut and built.  He's a great guy - engaging and personable.  After the walk, the group went for ice cream.  Because I was so worried how I'd look, as a fat guy, eating ice cream around fit people, I went with 'lemonade.'.  :(  Nobody there gave me that feeling - was only my insecurities.  Thanks to support from friends I made there - and the great support and welcome on to MyFitnessPal.com - I'm not that guy anymore.   I would still refrain from the ice cream, but this time it'd be for the right reasons.
After starting this blog I approached Erin about working with me - if it'd help her career goals.  She agreed enthusiastically and has since built for me a fitness program, gratis.

Here's tomorrow's agenda:

I fully expect to sorta hate Erin about 15 minutes into  this program.  However, if I stick to this, I know Erin will hold a special place in my heart for helping me change, effectively, the course of my life in many ways.    "Olga" from Day one is on my case in a great and wonderful way shot-gunning link after link about nutrition, and holding me accountable to do what I say I'm going to do.

So - maybe...just maybe with the support of friends, continued health by God, and dedication...I might get that beach body I want.   My genes probably tell me 'No'.  I think it's time I reached down, deep inside, and made my genes my bitch.  Tell them once and for all, "You work for ME".

Random Photo:
Me, Myrtle Beach SC, Circa...holy...uh..hrm...2004 or 2005.  About 215-220lbs. I'd guess.  Showing how tough I am...how rules don't matter to me...dumpin perfectly good 190 Octane from Fat Tuesday.