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My dad's advice was "if you don't need to run, walk; if you don't need to walk, stand; if you don't need to stand, sit; if you don't need to sit, lie down." I am embracing the diametrically opposite.

While it was a pretty casual, positive, interaction, my cardiology team at Virginia Hospital Center Cardiology Center, led by Dr. Matthew Lucks, has given me a path towards losing a ton of weight.

Like SpaceX and Blue Origin, I always have a hard time even getting off the launchpad to say nothing of neither exploding nor imploding. This time, however, I think I am off the pad and past the riskiest parts of the launch.

I was in my 20s when I met Roger Wolfson. He has always had a vision for his life even when he was in his young 30s. He's always nourished his mind, body, and spirit, and has never gained an ounce of fat (only muscle) while keeping a positive attitude even while the planet is burning around us. Think globally but act locally personified.

I realize that I haven’t posted since June 26th and I can explain. My heartbeat converted from sinus rhythm to atrial fibrillation (AFib) on that day and hasn’t popped back into sinus rhythm on its own (which is can and often does) which means that I am benched until I can get my healthy heartbeat back.

The pledge I made in my last post lasted only a couple hours until I both drank and ate chicken! Oy vey!

I canceled my Friday ride last week and took the weekend off. No spinning or CYCLEBAR for me until last night. And, despite what everyone said, I didn't do any amount of active recovery (though I do consider that to be a mistake I don't regret but will try to learn from).

The worst workout when I was a college rower at GWU was running the Exorcist Steps in Georgetown off of Water Street. We flowed up and down, first thing in the morning, as a team, with folks powering up and streaming back down. It was a terrestrial vomit comet, worse than suicides, burpees, and wind sprints combined.

After a long road of playing pool, staying out late, and eating crap, I have returned to my inner jock.

There is a slogan I remembered this morning which brought everything together for me: fake it ‘til you make it. A couple years ago I suffered from obesity, high blood pressure, weak knees, and bad habits. I decided to take this pithy slogan and pretended to be a healthy and see what would happen.