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Day 34, on which I see a bad moon risin.

Two things are happening that are conspiring to throw me off track in my #100DaysofHealth efforts. First, I’ve developed a bit of an injury. My left knee (which has no known problems but which does occasionally flare up like this) has been bothering me for more than a week. In the past couple of days, it’s gotten bad enough that I have a hard time walking downstairs (though up seems to be fine) and doing some of the things that are part of the bootcamp I take every other day.

Day 30 on which I think about knowing vs. doing

One of the great frustrations of my work life is in dealing with adult students who pay a lot of money to learn HOW to do what I do, but then won’t actually take the (fairly simple) steps to DO what I do. In my industry, this well-known phenomenon is chalked up to all kinds of personal failings: fear, the lack of a good ‘why’, a desire to get something for nothing, insufficient motivation, and a bunch of other answers that are pat and satisfying, but probably not complete.

Day 28 on which I make my week 4 report.

Weight loss this week: -2 lbs Total since beginning of project: -8.2 lbs The good: I’m really getting into the swing of workouts. I did 1 hour 5 days out of 7, 20 minutes on the 6 th day, and stood on my feet all day on the 7 th which, I’m sorry, should count. I had a day when it would have been super-easy to make an excuse to not do it, and I did it anyway. Yay me.

Day 25 on which I face, but don't defeat, an irrational fear.

Confession:   this is not the first time in the last 2 years that I’ve gotten serious about getting healthier. My first trip down “fix this” lane began the day after Christmas 2015, and I was pretty laser-focused until April-ish, when business travel followed by trip to the Caribbean followed by trip to South America followed by busiest and most stressed period of my year, every year, derailed me.

Day 24 on which I try a little happy dance

There’s something you’ll find in common among most entrepreneurs, and that’s the fact that while their lives are made up of a series of goals and projects, they have a VERY hard time celebrating their own achievement. No matter how big the goal, when they reach it, they often forget to so much as mark the occasion. That’s partly because once it becomes clear that the goal is in sight, it’s not good enough anymore, and a NEW goal emerges that’s farther out on the horizon.

Day 23 on which I share my real reasons

In February of 2014, I quit smoking for the last time. Yeah, yeah, I know, what was I doing smoking in the first place yadayadayada…let’s call it a 5 year long self-destructive phase following the life-shattering implosion of an extremely long, intense, and, as it turned out, betrayal-filled and toxic relationship. And I gained 50 pounds in the 2 years after I quit, so I think I’ve been punished enough.

Day 21, in whch I check in for week 3

Week 3 was a mixed bag. The wins: I worked out for an hour 6 days out of 7, EVEN THOUGH 2 of those days were taken up with things that would usually cause me to blow off exercise and meant that I had to work out at night, which is EXTREMELY unusual. I re-learned that when I make something non-optional, it happens.

Day 20 on which I notice more noticing

The inside of my head is a very loud and chaotic place most of the time. At any given moment, there are pitched battles being fought, maps being drawn up, people running around naked, someone screaming, “Wait, you forgot something!!”, 3 lines of a random song playing on a loop (right now it’s “Woman in Love” by Barbara Streisand, for some reason), a funny but kind of mean critic (kind of like the dudes in The Muppet Show, but darker) sniping at everyone around, including me, and one very bad little monkey chattering and leaping about.

Day 19: Food Rules.

I have a friend that I’m pretty sure is a something-rexic. Not anorexic, because her problem isn’t that she eats too little food, exactly. It’s more that she has extremely rigid rules around food. If she’s put in a situation where she may have to eat something she’s decided she can’t eat or else go hungry, she becomes extremely anxious and agitated. Ask her about food, and her reaction is practically compulsive: she’ll start listing all the reasons you’re either killing yourself or getting fat by eating a whole laundry list of common edibles.

Day 18 on which my motivated self, thank God, torpedos my weak self

Although I think that motivation is incredibly overrated as a methodology for getting things done, I do spend about half an hour a day reading or, if I absolutely must, listening to motivational literature. One of the more powerful things I’ve heard in the last 2 or 3 years was a TedX talk by Al Switzler (this is really worth watching; I’ve pulled one concept from a 20 minute video, and it’s ALL good stuff) on behavior change.

Day 17 on which I see the "Power of Less" light.

I believe I’ve mentioned that the first domino in the line that eventually ended in #100DaysToHealth was a book called The Power of Less , which I picked up in an airport back in late March. I believe I’ve also mentioned that reading the book kind of pissed me off. I literally slammed it down half a dozen times over the course of the 2 days it took to read it, exclaiming (he’d call it yelling, I suppose) to the Smartboy something like, “This guy’s crazy!! There’s NO WAY I could limit my objectives to one every 30 days!!! I can’t think of just FIVE things to focus on, let alone one!! My business would fall apart, my staff would quit, WHO CAN DO THIS?? NO ONE!!!!!!” No, I’m not usually like this. I swear. Yes, I’m opinionated, but I’m not mercurial, I don’t generally get angry about a stranger’s opinion about setting goals. It was unusual enough, in fact, that a few weeks later, I thought I’d better explore why I was having such a strong reaction to such a strange th...

Day 16 in which I pull a thread that ends up being connected to my Grandmother.

So, I’m a food hoarder . Since I was a child, I’ve had this compulsion to make sure that I always knew where a secret stash of food was hidden—one that only I knew about. I would sneak food out of the refrigerator at night, take it to bed, and hide it in the sliding headboard. I’d buy 5 candy bars with my allowance, and stash 4 of them outside my bedroom window on the porch roof.

Day 15 on which music soothes the savage monkey

I’ve long believed that if I could actually focus—both in the macro sense of focusing on one business at a time, and in the micro sense of focusing on one task at a time—I’d probably rule the world. It took me 15 minutes to write that sentence because once I wrote “focusing on one business”, I was reminded that I had double booked a meeting in to discuss getting into yet another business, and I stopped and emailed the people involved in that meeting, and while I was in my emails, a couple of more came through that I ‘needed’ to answer. Yep, my Mind Monkey, Maurice, is really having his way with me today.

Day 13 on which I encourage you not to read

Did you read the cover story in this week’s Time Magazine? Don’t. It’s called “The Weight Loss Trap”, and it’s all about how diets—from Paleo to low carb to, get this, eating fewer calories—don’t work. Or at least that no single one of them works for everyone. That, basically, losing weight is really hard, and that most people will fail to do it and that most people who do succeed put it back on because their metabolism slows significantly and and and…

Day 12 in which I fight for my right to party.

Even beyond whatever psychological or emotional satisfaction food provides, there’s absolutely no question in my mind that it sets off actual, chemical reactions that act as on my body like a drug. When I overeat, it’s for a variety of reasons: the food is delicious (I have a couple of foods that I call “binge foods” that I can’t bring home with me because I’ll eat them until I burst. Sushi is one. Ethiopian food is another. Indian food. All because they are so, so good.); I’m in a social situation and eating mindlessly (I actually do that MORE when I’m with other people than when I’m alone, because being around others stresses me. I also don’t really taste food when I’m eating with other people, excepting a very small group of very close friends where I can actually fully relax); and when I’ve had a stressful/exhausting experience and want to “party”.

Day 11 in which I am shocked by the extent to which I lie to myself

Ok, so there’s this whole big scary question of, “Am I going to do what I’ve committed to do?”. That’s true in my #100DaysofHealth project. It’s true in business. It’s true in relationships. I stress about making plans or promises BECAUSE I know I’m then going to have to find a way to fulfill them. But then there’s this whole OTHER question I’ve been asking myself lately: “ Am I actually doing what I think I’m doing ?” No, I’m not crazy (I don’t think), and I’m not Mr. ShortTerm Memory (though how would I know?). I’ve just noticed lately that when I have strong intentions, I sometimes THINK I’m following them better than I am. To wit: a month or so ago, I decided that in my regular business, I was going to delegate every single task I had on my plate that didn’t either move the needle in my business (that is, put it permanently into a better position to make money, something like creating and filling a new job position or creating and implementing a new marketing ...

Day 10 in which I remind myself of "the one thing"

A few months ago, I read a book that really messed with my head. It’s called The Power of Less , by www.Zenhabits.net founder Leo Babuta. I say “messed with my head” because one of the theses of the book is that we should never have more than one major goal that we’re working on. Babuta gives multiple personal examples of how, by focusing on one thing at a time until that thing was finished, he wrote a book, lost 30 pounds, and so on. At any given moment, I typically have at least 3 major goals—in each of the 7-8 businesses and organizations that I run or am involved in. The idea of finding ONE thing that was so much more important than the other things that I have to do that it was deserving of being put front-and-center in my life at first made me mad (“Is he kidding? Who can get their goals list down to one at a time? That’s not a way to live!!!!”).  And then it occurred to me that the fact that I was having such a strong emotional reaction meant that I was pro...