This whole week I've fought an ear infection. I haven't eaten much because of the antibiotics. I haven't been to the gym. I've basically spent most of the week in my hotel room in bed with the room spinning around me. Well yesterday I was feeling better and promised myself to go the gym at least once this week so I went after work. I missed the gym, the smell, the sounds. I hoped it was a good decision though my body hated me for it. I pushed myself because I missed a couple days and I pushed hard even though I was weak. Afterward I could barley move, sweat was pouring off of me, my body was trembling, and I felt like throwing up and passing out. What the hell was I thinking putting myself through this? What was I trying to prove to myself?

After a little rest at the gym I went back to the hotel drank my casein, laid down in bed, and watched the evening news a bit. I was not happy with my decision thinking that I should have rested my body because I was sick. I eventually fell asleep and slept well surprisingly.

Now, this morning I woke up feeling that "day after workout soreness" and I love it! My hearing isn't back fully and I get dizzy a little but I feel good. I am proud of myself for pushing and working out. I am proud that I chose to not back down. It may not have been smart, but against my odds of being sick, I still met my goal of at least one visit to the gym this week and it feels great!!!

I've been mobilized to the Gulf oil spill for over a month now. I'm currently in Mobile, AL many miles away from home and living in a hotel with only a tiny microwave and frig. Unfortunately my routine became jacked up and I lost the push to workout, plus I fell into the habit of eating out will those I am working with. I missed working out and I must get back into the groove. 

I am proud to say that a couple days ago I have successfully removed my head from my ass! Since I cannot workout at my gym at home, and the gym at the hotel is a joke, I decided to join a gym down the street from my hotel. Turns out the gym is really nice and membership is a fair price with the added benefit of allowing me to cut out of the two year contract when I go back home. Sweet! 

Here's the issue, nutrition. I cannot continue to eat out and I don’t have a kitchen at the hotel or at work to cook meals. I have been living off of Subway and Healthy Choice Fresh Mixers the past couple days and my imagination is not cooperating with me very well. I can't eat canned tuna because I'm allergic to seafood, and canned/vacuumed packed chicken has way too much sodium in it.  I feel my options are limited and I could use a few heads to come up with some solutions to help me in my predicament. HELP!

I can't complain because I have a job now, but it sucks that after fighting to get a routine together and paying for a gym membership I will now be working offshore for unknown periods of time. If I do find a way to work out, it won't be as complete as I would want it to be. My nutrition will be scrambled as well, I won't be able to eat every two to three hours anymore and after six hours of busting my tail, I will be starving (meals are served every six hours). I know that the way I'll need to approach my training and nutrition will be out of the range of normal. This scares me a bit thinking that I may lose my momentum and progress that I have gained so far.

I'm sure there are others that are dealing with this type of scenario and I wonder how they are dealing with it. How have they adapted to their irregular schedule and environment? I know I will adapt eventually, I just hope I won’t lose my forward progress. 

Last week I had gotten sick with a bug that's going around so I ended up not going to the gym. At the beginning of this week I felt fine though I was struggling to get my ass in the gym. I didn't like the feeling of knowing that I did go to the gym... I didn't like it single bit. I started yesterday morning by doing some yard work and after lunch by body was telling me to go to the gym. At first I didn't feel like it, but I did anyway. I usually start my workouts with ten minutes on the elliptical and after doing that yesterday I was glad I made it to the gym because now I want to feel some burning. 

Today my head is straight and I'm looking forward to going to the gym today. I just have to keep thinking that my body will be thankful and I need to keep pushing.

I'm doing just ok with my nutrition and I am pissing myself off! What is wrong with me? What I can see right now is that my portions are way too big. I will start trying the ol smaller plat trick, but I really need to find a routine to eat a little something between meals as well. I do eat a small snack at times though I usually don't and find myself hungry come meal time. The hunger is still controlling me and I am fed up with it!

I'm not too social and I don't talk very much (I would like to change this) so I will try my best to blog when I can. I just signed up at a gym I used to go to yesterday and I am really excited about it. I am looking quite forward to start lifting again, it has been too long for me. I started lifting in high school and absolutely loved it, I loved the feeling of the pump and my body being in shape. I must admit I also like the attention I would get from the girls too; it gave me confidence about myself. Most importantly I enjoyed being able to have complete control of my body, and run or climb whenever and however I felt.  I have had to fight depression my whole life and at one point in time it almost took my life. Weightlifting was a way for me to fight that daemon until I injured my back senior year. I gained a lot of weight from being bed ridden so long and for all of these past years I never really bounced back from it. I don't know why, maybe because of depression, or drug dependency, or maybe because of too many excuses to count. Well whatever my excuse was I am ready to snap out of it!!! 

I am ready to be Jeremiah again and I can see a very long hard road ahead of me. I believe I will get the support I desperately need from my wonderful wife and my bodybuilding.com friends. I am proud to have taken the first steps to change my lifestyle and get back the life I have lost. I look forward to the "good" pain that is to come. My first day of weightlifting was yesterday and I am a bit sore. It almost makes me want to cry because it is the good sore and not the pain I have been fighting for so long. It feels really good!!!!