• Garrett Miller

Welcome To Your Sensational Sunday

Believe & Receive! Attract & Allow! It's happening again. Time to stop the excuses. Time to own up to the #DadBod. Time to get off the cross because we need the wood. Regardless of the fitness program and exercise routine I'm on, it's usually February when I can start to de-layer from the arctic cold temps we endure here in Huntington Beach, to realize "Whoa! The Dad Bod is Back!" Much like the Beaver who peaks his head out of the creek before going, "Damn! It's cold in here" to indicate we've got another 8 weeks of winter, I'm now faced with the realization that it's time to start planning for warmer weather. Spring will be here in about 3 weeks and #BlondJesus needs to get the #BeachBody back in motion. Granted this year I've been lucky. I started a program last year for food replacement with 2 shakes a day, 2 snacks a day and 1 regular knife/fork meal a day. The program is fulfilling, filling, works and I dropped a ton of weight on it and was in the best shape I've been in my adult life. Here's how the program doesn't work - doing the program, THEN decided to eat one of the 96 jars of honey roasted peanut butter you bought on sale (8 cases...) as a bedtime snack. Yes, 96 jars. Hey - they were on sale! When I snack at night, I consciously know that a) I'm not hungry b) I'm not hungry and am bored and c) I'm not hungry and at this point in the night I don't care if I eat the whole jar of peanut butter. Then the true test of how far you can get off plan before anyone notices happens when you bend over to pick up the dogs food bowls in your new "skinny" work pants and the butt splits - two minutes before you have to leave for work. Yet, that night I still came home and ate more peanut butter. No regrets. No remorse. No six-pack abs. But in the back of my mind, I know it's coming. It builds like a slow tsunami of belt buckles being extended. And, today, it's time to run for cover. It's time to get back on track. It's time to regain my skinny pants again. I make such a big deal over this every year - and this year, honestly, it could not be easier. Keep doing everything I did last year to be successful - MINUS eating a jar of peanut butter at night. You'd think that would be easy, right? It is first thing in the morning. It is middle of the day. It's even easy as I'm eating a huge dinner of delicious vegetables and grilled chicken. I'm completely stuffed and fulfilled. Then around 8p when I'm getting ready to climb into bed with the puppies - a little voice calls out, "Get the bigger spoon, it'll be easier to scoop out more that way...." Before March Madness gets here, and that's my fitness program, not a bunch of roller blading basketball playoffs, I'm putting mind over matter. I'm putting my spoon down. I'm putting the jars of peanut butter in the back of the pantry for next winter. Today, I'm reclaiming the #SexyDadBod and making miracles happen once again. So get ready. I'm gunna kill it for the next month and you'll soon have to endure shirtless selfies and shameless requests for validation for my physical beauty again. Today, what are you getting off the cross for? C'mon - we need the wood! Share your story here and post your favorite memes.


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