Wendy and I were lazing away one Sunday morning earlier this month when we saw an infomercial for P90X, a workout program that claimed to get you “ripped” in 90 days. It totally appealed to me. No silly dancers. No weak ass moves, just intense exercise and a solid diet based on real food.
Why did it appeal to me? I’m tired of being tired. Tired of running out of gas after 50 feet.
So we talked about it, and decided to order it. Of course, not until after I ordered did I find that there’s sort of a minimum fitness requirement in order to be able to do it well, and I certainly am not capable of meeting that requirement right now.
But I also found out that the same trainer has another program that’s been out for years called Power 90, which is meant to be a wight loss bootcamp. And it was half the price of P90X and didn’t require any more equipment than a couple of dumbbells or resistance bands. Can you say “ordered”?
We’ve already started to modify the food we’re taking in, trying to maximize the good stuff and limit the crap. I’m also trying to keep my calorie count down to about 1600 calories a day which should, were I to do nothing else, allow me to lose some weight over time, according to webmd, about a pound a week. But I want more than that. I’m not interested in taking more than a year to lose all the weight I need to lose, and besides, I don’t just want to be a skinny guy with no strength or stamina.
So I’m gonna bust it on P90, then move on to P90X and see what happens. We’re planning on getting season passes to Wild Waves this year, and I want to take advantage of them.