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Dan Nied’s Fortress of Weight Loss: The Lonely Road

I’ve put this off for a long time. If I was interested in doing any research, I’d probably find that the last Fortress entry was about a month ago. Maybe three weeks. But really, what’s the difference?

But I did put it off, because I wasn’t really sure what direction I wanted to take this series. I thought about it for a few days leading up to my three-week trip back home to Detroit. I thought about it while I was in Detroit, and now I am thinking about it during my third day back in California.

In the end, I delayed long enough for Blogcritics to write me off of their features page, which makes a lot of sense after this series seemed to stagnate.

Still, my options are pretty cut and dry. I can either continue this blog, offering you a window into my successes and failures, largely rehashing the things I’ve been talking about for the last two years. Or I can end it and continue on this path alone.

During my trip to Detroit, I caught the Wizard of Oz on television one night and watched approximately three minutes of it. But it just happened to be the three minutes in which Dorothy had arrived in the Emerald City and the good witch was laying out her plan to follow the Yellow Brick Road. After Glenda left, the Munchkins started singing their song (“Follow Follow Follow Follow Follow the Yellow Brick Road!”) and they escorted Dorothy the 30 or so feet to the beginning of her journey.

And then they stayed behind while she went off alone.

I had never thought much of that nuance until this past viewing. And it wasn’t until just now that I realized it was an apt metaphor, if kind of a reach, for my own endeavor.

So yes, like Dorothy, I must go off alone now to search for the wizard while fighting off flying monkeys and a crooked-nosed witch. It has to happen.

So this is the farewell entry into Dan Nied’s Fortress of Weight Loss, and I am both saddened and energized by that. It was a pretty good journey, but I understand right now that I must start doing this for me. If I don’t concentrate on that, I’ll just collapse the first chance I get.

I could have ended this weeks ago, and I probably should have. But once I put it off and found myself in the Midwest, I realized that I wanted to end this on an optimistic note.

I wanted your last image of me to be one of Obama-style hope and not of me sitting in downtown Detroit’s famed Lafayette Coney Island eating four chili dogs and chili cheese fries while nursing a wicked hangover after my friend’s bachelor party. Had I written this during my trip to Detroit, you would have seen a man that seemingly had lost his bearings, taking three straight weeks off, unapologetic for the havoc and regression he was causing his body.

And I am still unapologetic about that. I enjoyed myself.

But that wasn’t where this ended. It couldn’t have been, because that provides no link from the Fortress to the next step of the process. So here I am, writing a little after noon on Wednesday, and my body is so sore I can barely keep my arms on the desk to type. I am feeling hungry after my Cheerios this morning, yet I am fulfilled because I woke up promptly at 9:30 a.m. (as opposed to noon., which was my previous schedule) and went right to the gym to — get this — lift weights.

My abs are sore, my arms nearly lifeless, and my shoulders virtually unshruggable. I began on Monday, the day after my return, maxing out on bench press, and going through a thorough upper-body workout. Tuesday, I returned to the gym for an elliptical workout that lasted a mere 15 minutes because, well, after three weeks off, I have to start all over.

And then Wednesday I fought off the soreness and lifted again. And I’ll do the same Friday after a cardio workout on Thursday. I’ve always talked about focus, and I can tell you that my mind is dead-set about committing to lifting weights, reshaping my body, and looking how I want to look as opposed to just weighing what I want to weigh.

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  • Kevin

    Good luck buddy-we’ll be with you every step, encouraging.

  • RJ Elliott

    Best of luck in the future, Dan.

  • Christopher Rose

    I hope that works out for you Dan, although sometimes the discipline of fessing all so publicly as you have been doing can be enough to keep you on the yellow brick road…

  • Jordan Richardson

    Good luck to you, sir.

  • Gigi

    Thanks for letting us know you hadn’t dropped off the planet. Best Wishes and Luck in your new solitary path. You will be missed : ) Gigi

  • alexandria jackson

    Sorry I dropped off the planet. However, I want you to know that I thought of you often (and the wondrous bachelor party that I wanted to attend). You sound like you have a healthy balance now – all across the board. I know you’ll find that cute girl across the room. I hope she looks like Selma. I can’t wait for your next series. I will be your eternal cheerleader for having the balls to put yourself out there to motivate the rest of us. Enjoy your new self confidence!