Monday, December 20, 2010

the last post...again

You da man! No YOU da  man!

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Let's end by going back to the beginning. I originally wrote out my KFB goals thusly.
So let's check them one-by-one:
I wanna look good nekkid.
Nothing further needs sayin'.

I want my six pack back.
Back. With a vengance, and some serious core muscles underneath it.

Wanna knock out 10 pull-ups straight.
Done and doable. Wide spread lat grip, tight reverse grip chin-up style, whatever.
Not easy, but so far east of impossible as to be considered routine.

10 hand-stand pushups.
Against the wall, sorted. And as a bonus, I can easily pop into a headstand and chill there for tens of seconds until all the blood pooling in my head makes me wanna pass out.

I want my splits back.
Welcome home. And please say hello to your new friend, the deep wide-angle forward bend. Rotational hip agility is mine and I am loving it.

Balance.
In spades. one minute easy in one foot crane, resting buddha, flying crane. Even better, I have less tendency to fall over when walking around on both feet. (Smacking into furniture in the early morning is still an issue, though. But that's more mental cloudiness than anything.)

What I did NOT get on KFB, but still think is a win: skinny. Actually, I ended KFB several kilos heavier than PCP, but my pants still fit great, and I feel much, much stronger thanks to a truly enlightened core and some serious inner-muscle and inner-ear development.

To wit, compare:

End of PCP in June (flexing hard):
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End of KFB this weekend (no flexing, just chillin'):
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This is also NOT something I could do at the end of PCP:
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Also, at the beginning of KFB I could barely jump up and touch the line, now I can easily clear it:
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However my ability to enjoy fine chocolate has not dimished at all:
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In all seriousness though, I started PCP and then KFB because I wanted to get healthy wellness, and ultimately see some results in my martial arts training. And I certainly have: I am much more stable, centered and focused. I am physically stronger yet tend to use less strength to move; I feel more efficient and effective, I tire, both physically and mentally, less easily, and generally seem to have a more grounded, stable, and relaxed intention in whatever I do.
Which leads me to my final words...

What To (Not) Expect From KFB (aka, It's Not PCP)
* Change comes from within
PCP changed me in massively obvious ways; muscles replaced fat and anyone who saw me noticed the changes, in my face and arms and back. With KFB, the changes are much more subtle; better posture and balance, developed inner core muscles which are not externally visible, more poise, confidence, and efficiency of movement.

* Notice yourself
On PCP, every morning when I woke up and looked in the mirror I was skinnier and had more muscles. On KFB, every morning when I woke up and sat meditating in zazen on my zafu cushion I felt...tired? Bored? It took a while of really, really paying attention to myself to notice the changes, but they were there. And I am guy who has spent the past decade training in an arcane 300 year-old martial art, even to the point of relearning how to WALK. For the Average Person who doesn't really think about themselves that much, noticing how KFB affects you will be tough. So you need to be mindful, which means the meditation part of KFB is NOT optional. A mirror will not reflect the changes adequately, a zafu will.

* What you eat, how you eat it
On PCP, nutrition is key. Patrick says it's 80% diet, 20% exercise. You can easily skip a workout or two on PCP and not affect your overall results much if at all. But if you stray from the diet, it's a slippery slope from which you will struggle to return.
It is the same on KFB, only what's more important is how you eat, not just what you eat. And by how I don't mean 'chopsticks vs. fork', I mean the attitude you bring to your food. Do you eat  breakfast scanning your email on the laptop, with the TV on and the newspaper spread across the kitchen table? Or you do consider the effort you put into steaming your vegetables and scrambling your egg and slicing your fruit? Do you actually notice and enjoy the sweet burst of sugar from every crunchy apple bite, versus the tongue-scalding slimy goodness of shredded cabbage buried inside your over-easy omelet? And can you taste the basil and black pepper? Notice how the flavors hit different parts of the tongue? Does every well-chewed mouthful make you smile? Do you even realize you are full when you are almost done eating? That satisfied but not bloated feeling of well-fed contentment?

A key to success on PCP is focusing on results: do your three months to get it done, to "get in shape" physically and via good wellness habits.
But for KFB, the focus is on the journey; the transformative activities and attitude of DOING it. The results WILL come, but KFB is not to be DONE, it is to DO.
That's not to say PCP is all about mindless exercise and getting ripped, but KFB is much less about measuring the results with the scale and the mirror, and much more about gauging your progress day to day, zitting on a cushion, or in a deep wide-angle forward bend, or walking down the street, or chewing on a tasty fruit snack.
The habits healthfullness I developed on PCP I think prepared me for a life of wellness.
But the self-perception and inner strength (both physically and metaphysically) I learned on KFB have better prepared me for a life of mistakes and imperfection.

Or take massacre an over-used analogy:
PCP taught me how to ride the horse well.
KFB taught me how to get back in the saddle after falling off the horse.

And now, after all this healthfulness, I will take a few year-end weeks off to get fat and lazy. Maybe sometime in spring of next year, I will find myself on my next Patrick-led adventure...6WC...?!

Friday, December 17, 2010

Initial final thoughts

Just finished my final workout with Patrick. The progress I have made with pullups is tangible; knocked out three sets of ten with minimal struggle, completely unimaginable a few months ago. 90 second challenge took me about five attempts before I could get through a full freestyle set on three targets without missing. THAT is all a mental game, especially with Patrick encouraging and giving subtle pressure from the sidelines, timer in hand!
Afterwards we checked progress: vertical jump higher by several centimeters, flexibility way, way up, core solid with abs and torso feeling solid and looking good.
The real test will be tomorrow, when I take my promotion exam. Been gearing up for it all year, and in fact one of the main reasons I started pcp and kfb was to be prepared for this test. Will write more about it tomorrow, but I already know that pass or fail I will never be more prepared than I am now.
Not to say this kfb has been perfect, though. Part of the problem is timing: end of year party season is a tough time to stick with a healthy diet and exercise program. But I can't blame external factors only. The real issue is that I know exactly what slacking on the diet or skipping some exercises will do, so I easily justify to myself that I can make up for today's shortcuts with extra effort tomorrow. Sometimes I got it right, paying it forward allowed me to indulge today without being a finicky party-pooping curmudgeon. But more often than not I couldn't catch up and had to pull myself out of potential death spirals. All in all a good lesson, reinforcing what I learned on pcp and re- establishing my badly lacking humility.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

pre-breakfast workouts

Science confirms what we already knew: working out before breakfast is best.

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Too many damn bonenkai (End of Year Parties)!
Last night was the final office dinner for all the juniors: pizza. My nemesis.
I did well this time: started with a big plate of vegetables, skipped the garlic dough balls entirely, and didn't eat the crust. Still had too many slices, but at least I wasn't puking and dying.
However, I did wake up really, REALLY thirsty. I have been so detoxed from salt since PCP that eating anything like "normally salty" pizza really feels nasty afterwards. My tongue feels like it's kind of inflated and dry, and my throat is scratchy, but drinking lots of water just makes me feel bloated.
Ick.
Anyway I Manned Up this morning, got up at 5am, checked some email, and knocked out the workout from 6am-7am. Jumping rope actually felt great; haven't been jumping but instead running, so it was nice for a change for a change. Rest of the workout was fine: kung-fu push-ups are the new Suck. For the plank, decided to just go nuts and do the whole 3 minutes 20 seconds as one long, painful slog through abdominal and back/shoulder hell. Shadow-boxing felt pretty good, too, though I definitely get into some routines subconsciously that I need to mix up more. Also managed to sit for about 15 minutes before my kids woke up and demanded my presence at the breakfast table.

Have ANOTHER bonenkai tonight, at my boss's house. Will take the family which should help distract me from all the amazing food that will be there!

Monday, December 13, 2010

balance, aka the law of averages

One thing that I figured out on PCP, and am proving again on KFB, is that the stats of my body at any given point in time are utterly irrelevant. As Patrick says, we are biorhythm machines, always cycling through various stages of weight, sleeplessness, stress, etc.
It doesn't matter one big what I happen to weigh at any given point in time; I have seen my weight swing 2 kilos up or down depending on how much I eat, exercise, and poop in a given day.
What is much more interesting is the trend over the week and month. I know this from having two kids: what they happen to eat (or not eat) for a given meal or three is irrelevant. My kids do really dumb things quite often (case in point: son recently enjoys sitting on a regular chair at the dinner table, not his high chair, and regularly falls off the chair, head-first, backwards, whenever he tilts his head back in an attempt to drink from a cup on a table that is far too high up for him) but they are not stupid enough to actually starve themselves. For the week, they eat enough to grow at a healthy clip, and if they are missing sleep for a day or two, some strategic napping the following day evens them out.
I am apparently the same; weekends are generally less strict and more binge re. diet, especially with guests and/or eating out with the family. I adhere to some basic rules; no or minimal carbs at night, eat lots and lots (and lots) of veggies before eating anything else, pack lotsa fruit snacks to nibble on when it's snack time. And obviously come Monday I weigh generally more than I did on Friday, but it's never more than 1-2 kilos, and I can usually knock half of it off just by sweating alot and spending some quality time on the toilet (generally two separate activities, though I have been known to work really hard on the toilet, especially after a particularly roughage and fiber filled meal.)
Interestingly, the six-pack generally looks the same, and my pants still fit like they did at the end of PCP. Yeah, I still have a gut UNDER the six-pack; some nice marbleized collection down in there between the organs that I could certainly stand to lose. But now that is joined by some seriously toned core inner muscles, which I certainly cannot see and I don't think the fancy-schmancy techno-scale knows how to measure, but I can definitely feel, especially when I walk to or from work carrying a 10 kilo backpack (45 minutes one way), or on the weekends schlepping 25 kilos of kid and equipment for hours on end. Daughter much prefers riding on my shoulders these days, and can even fall asleep up there, hands folded under her chin, gripping my bald head like gecko pads as I hold her ankles and wonder about the upper vertebrae damage being done with my neck uncomfortably supporting far too much of her weight.
Which all helps me discover the REAL reason for being healthy: sure, lookin' good nekkid is pretty key, but being able to keep up with my kids is the true accomplishment! (Assuming I ever get there...)

Saturday, December 11, 2010

four years old

Is my daughter today. So as she and her little brother take a nap (a rare occurrence that they both go down at once) I knocked out a shortened workout, her ridiculously fancy French Bakery Down The Street Run By An Actual French Guy birthday cake chillin' in the fridge.
The holiday house-guest rush begins today, too; I like having a full house but the logistics get complicated so I think most of my workouts will be done at the gym during/after work for this last week.
Last.
Week.
DAMN.
Exactly 7 days to go.
And THEN I get to eat and sloth my way to spring. ;)

Friday, December 10, 2010

two wrongs don't make a right...

...but three lefts do!
Wrong #1:
Having a reasonably inappropriate dinner until way, way too late, thereby going to bed at 2:30am
Wrong #2:
Being rendered utterly useless at work given less than 4 hours of sleep, having a thoroughly inappropriate beverage to jumpstart the brain and body.

The sugar and caffeine hit is already helping...but I am gonna need another one of these in about six hours. And then: I am going to crash and burn.
Welcome to the death spiral!