Wake Up Without Hitting the Snooze Button

I’ve struggled off and on with waking up when I intended to wake up. Inevitably I hit the snooze button between 3-10 times before waking up fully (or at least dragging myself out of bed and moving). Sometimes I even sleep through all the ridiculous alarms setup for myself. I’ve tried a number of things: Set 3 different alarms: iPad, iPhone, and traditional alarm clock Set multiple alarms on devices with different annoying tones Set multiple alarms on devices with music that I like Set traditional alarm clock with annoying buzzer or to a station that sucks, which is most of them. Leave inspirational notes on the dresser Leave very heavily worded notes on the dresser Have a large posterboard with text in red with visual prompts to get the fuck up Tell myself the night before that I simply must get up None of this shit worked. My semi-conscious self would always sabotage me and dreamland would win out over and over again. It was this weird cycle, and it had to end. How would I do it? Would I hire someone to come and pour hot coconut oil on my forehead? That wasn’t going to work and sounded way too expensive. What about using one of those apps where I have to pay money when I don’t wake up on time. That too sounded expensive. Then I found it, the holy fucking grail of alarm clock apps. This may be old news to a lot of you out there, but I’ve just discovered it so I’m sharing it. Mathe Alarm Clock – By Jarig Richter-Peill    ...

Goal: Run the Lincoln Half Marathon 2014 in under 1 hr 30 min

Author: Jeremy Nickel City of birth: Alma, NE Grew up in: McCook/Culbertson, NE Went to college in: McCook and Kearney, NE Moved to Austin TX cuz of job, but not a Longhorns fan ; ) I’d never really been much into long distance running, but then my dear reader, my family convinced me (I’m not sure how now, could’ve been a case of crazy I suppose) to run the Lincoln Half in May 0f 2011. Most of my immediate family had run it the year before, while I stayed comfortable and warm in Austin, TX. My younger brother who smoked, and still smokes, about 2 packs a day, finished with an impressive 1:46:31 time. When I ran it in 2011 I fully expected to beat that time, and filled with hubris failed to do so. 1:50 was the time. I redeemed myself in 2013 by running it in 1:35, but I didn’t get my goal time, which was a sub 1:30 time. Arghhhhh… Update: July 14, 2014 Once again my dear 1 or 2 readers, I didn’t quite make a sub 1:30 time, let alone a 1:30 something time. I was frustrated with the results, which is why it took so long for me to finally finish this post. So here we go, the results for the Lincoln Half Marathon, 2014: 1:31.17 is the official time. Damn that last hill! ************************************************** The rest of the post, pre July 14, 2014: Following is my plan this year, which was derived from the amazing Hal Higdon site (http://www.halhigdon.com/training/51133/Half-Marathon-Advanced-Training-Program) and personal experience. Following is a table illustrating my intended 18 week training plan to...

How I lost 50 pounds for real – Part 1

Like I said before, the substantive eating and drinking was a recipe for disaster in many ways.  My credit cards were taking a solid beating, and my caloric intake was high enough to confuse supercomputers. I won’t go into the intimate details about that particular time in my life, but it’s safe to assume that I made plenty of bad decisions during that time.  One of them occurred after I had made a particularly bad drunken decision (not that bad, as in, no-one was murdered or anything, but my standards with regard to the opposite sex were compromised greatly, nuff’ said). The next day was spent in a maelström of remorse and sitting on the futon staring at nothing.  I did call up a friend and conveyed my absolute horror of myself.  He now recounts this with verve and much laughter. That night I was to go out with friends to a regular bar, haunt, if you will.  It was Halloween, or close to that time because some people were dressing up.  I decided to wear just a suit coat, slacks, and a red t-shirt that may or may not have had something witty written on it. Go to: Intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part...

How I lost 50 pounds for real – Part 2

So, word had spread about my little “adventure” that took place the night before, which led to some quick drinking I’m sure (in retrospect I seriously was pretty immature, especially considering the fact that I was 28 or 29, geesh). Allow me to continue this embarrassing tale….. I decided then that it would be a great time to start a Fight Club. Wait – no, it wasn’t a Fight Club, but I had and still have an Army friend who I would always talk about sparring with.  I told him that it would be just perfect to do so that very night, outside the bar on concrete. I believe you see what’s coming here. Let me say this:  I don’t know how to fight (at least not well..to put it bluntly, Georges St-Pierre could ruin me without breaking a sweat).  It’s as simple as that, and I haven’t been in many physical skirmishes in life. So we begin the fight.  We weren’t punching each other in the face, but we were tackling one another and wrestling.  After what was probably just a few minutes, my friend was in the process of tackling me to the ground (this was the 2nd or 3rd time), and just as I hit the ground, I felt and heard and seemed to see the following: Something within my knee shattered, tore, broke.  I saw blinding light, and I’m almost certain I heard something tearing. I was in mild pain, and continued to dampen the pain with more alcohol that night (we went to a friend’s place and drank more, of course). That morning I...

How I lost 50 pounds for real – Part 3

So, I moved back to Nebraska, where I found that I had torn my ACL, and would require surgery. Now, at this point, you may be wondering, “what the hell does this have to do with losing weight?”  That would be a very valid question, and I’m getting to that soon enough.  I thought having the back story would be a good thing to have though, in this case. The surgery went swimmingly, as they say, and I was to begin physical therapy either the day of the surgery, or the day after.  I don’t recall which, but it was way too damn soon in my Percoset pain eyes. Then begins my real loss of weight. Go to: Intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part...

How I lost 50 pounds for real – Part 4

Before the surgery, I remember having to go and get a physical at a local medical facility. The nurse happened to be a girl that I was interested in, and had spoken with when I wasn’t so heavy. It was truly embarrassing having her weigh me and record my weight.  She remained professional, and even tried to assuage me a bit by stating that I wasn’t so bad. Anyway, after the surgery I had physical therapy every day, and had to go in to the rehabilitation center to have electric pulses applied to the muscles and stuff like that.  You see, when you don’t use your muscles, they atrophy, so you have to build them back up, and I was put on a fast track to do this. What did I eat during this time?  For a couple of months I ate the following in small quantities: •    Grilled Chicken •    Bagels •    Apples Seriously, that was my diet, for the most part, though I’m sure I had the occasional veggie and salad mix.  Now, that’s really not an ideal diet at all, and of course I’ve since tried many diet approaches (which I’ll get into later).  For that time however, it worked wonders.  It was seriously such a chore to get up and make something anyway, that bagels, apples, and grilled chicken (if some was already made), was easy and accessible. Walking around with crutches is just not very much fun, though I do believe I burned a lot of calories just walking around with those things. By the end of the summer, I was somewhere around 175-185...