Road to Right: Justin’s accountability tour

Something I’ve come to learn about myself in the last few years of self-exploration and recovery is that I’m an all or nothing kinda guy. Broad spectrum, total changes are the only way to go, because if say I locked in on diet and exercise but kept up my wasteful doomscrolling…it welcomes mediocrity. Can’t be having that. I’ll paint you a picture. Hungary, June 2022. A month out from the druggings and theft and all that jazz in Romania. Cut out drinking, really settled in to a rhythm, then had a drink on the plane out of Hungary in August. Womp womp, pretty soon it’s December and i was back on my back sliding bullshit. I’ve got to implement fundamental change at the foundational level for it to stick. What’s that look like this past week? Well i added some muscle on the frame and dropped body fat percentage, dug the fuck in at work, rolled, studied, and spent Sunday deep cleaning this Fitz of a wreck that I’ve been living in. (It’s not that bad, I’m just dramatic). My regular reoccurri...

 Alright so i know that this is a combination post AND dropping at night on a Wednesday. Long story short, I’ve been staring this task down like a 10 pointer in headlights…just no thoughts. All vibes. I guess the real difficult part is that i have nothing to talk about in 45. I went to work and went home, worked out and rolled, and continued to force feed as i forever chase an unfucked appetite and (well really, the whole digestive system) a stomach that can hold more than five bites. The struggle marches ever onward.  Hey I fixed a medication problem and now am not pestered by crippling bouts of anxiety so that’s nice. We’ve also officially locked in to the grind until February. The eating is coming along, fuckin today I have eaten an entire pound of ground beef and two potatoes. Fuck yeah. Warped tour was my last hurrah of the year before dedicating myself to goal chasing before the end of the year. Before that, let’s dive into my Florida trip. So god damned cool. For starte...

 It’s weird, see cuz daylight savings just passed. This means I’m about two months from 2026, a month+ before Liz gets back, four months left to take the PMP, and a good upper body month before deadcember. Work is moving ahead as usual, the guys and I keep pulling wins out of thin air (social media posts, sales, etc). It’s simple, it’s refreshing, and it’s fun. Like shit, I’ve never done retail or sales before but turns out i kinda know what I’m doing when I know what I’m talking about. The knee is recovering as always, squatted 205 last week and my physical therapist didn’t yell at me because i used good form. I’ll be real tho, my knee is real sweepy four to five days afterwards. Maybe not my best. Being on this side of the deployment is wildly eye opening. Like ffs, I’ve had like 3-4 major life changes since February and my spouse was unfortunately a cellular device all the while. I’m sure Liz went through this but like, i think a month+ is simultaneously too long and a bit long ...