Week 32: Juggling (Or Tossing Three Balls In The Air Repeatedly Without Letting Them Hit The Ground)

Last week while I was learning to use a sewing machine I ended up sewing some bean bags and decided that learning to juggle would be a great Five Day Discipline for me. I’ve always thought that juggling was a cool trick but I had never taken the time to learn how to do it. What better way to learn than on bean bags that I had sewn for myself?

I used croquet balls, baseballs and bean bags to try and learn to juggle.

Five Day Discipline: Spend 15-30 minutes each day learning how to juggle. I wasn’t expecting to become a master in this small amount of time but my hope was that I would be able to do a simple three-ball juggle by the end of the week.

I started where I always start when I need to learn how to do something: The Internet. A Google search leads to a YouTube video and suddenly all the answers are right there. For all the perils of technology it really is a beautiful world we’re living in to be able to get all the answers we need at the click of a button. I watched a quick video about the basic idea of juggling and then I was off to the races.

As expected my first attempts were pretty rough. I was starting at a Level Zero for juggling ability and someone watching me would think I was just throwing things up into the air and testing the gravity of my surrounding area. As with anything, though, it eventually got easier and the balls and bean bags I was juggling with were hitting the ground less and less. The video below shows how far I got during the week,

I’m not saying that I’m going to join the circus any time soon but I’m now able to juggle enough to where my kids are thoroughly impressed and the neighbor boy even told me I should be a circus clown. The biggest reason I wanted to learn to juggle was to be able to entertain my kids (and hopefully some future grandkids) so while I’ve got a ways to go before I can juggle with fire I’m pretty pleased with the results of this week.



Week 31: Sew Much To Learn

My brother-in-law and I like to use the phrase “hyphenate yourself” with other whenever we’re discussing new things we’re learning or things we’d like to learn. The idea is simple: learn how to do new things and become less dependent on other people. I’ve thought about that phrase this week as I am learning how to use a sewing machine for the first time. Up until now if I ever needed anything sewn I would simply drop it off with my mom and then pick it up when it was finished. She has always been happy to patch things up for me but she won’t be around forever (sad emoticon) and one day my kids will ask me to sew their holes for them so I figured now was a good time to hyphenate myself.


In preparation for a week of sewing I went over to my parents’ house on Sunday afternoon and got my mom to show me how to use her sewing machine. She showed me where to put the spool, where to weave the thread, loading the bobbin, etc.

Five Day Discipline: Sew every day. What I really mean by that is use a sewing machine each day. A bit of hand-stitching occurred as well for edges and such but the point of this week was to learn how to use a sewing machine.

  • img_0163Day 1 – Turning my grandpa’s old boxers (Yes, my grandpa’s old boxers) into bean bags. When my grandpa died a few years ago my grandma asked me if I wanted his boxers with Disney characters on them. I’m a huge Disney fan and loved my grandpa so of course I said yes. I realize most of the civilized world will find this weird but A) my grandma told me they were unworn and B) I don’t even wear boxers I was simply taking them with the idea to reuse the fabric in the future. Anyway, converting the boxers into bean bags was a little tricky because the material was soooo thin. And I didn’t look up instructions. And it was my first day of actual sewing and not just theoretical sewing with my mom. But, after a first failed attempt I managed to make 3 bean bags.
  • Day 2 – Fixing a stick horse. The fabric holding the pvc “stick” had ripped so lately it’s only been getting use as a pvc sword. Swords are cool but swords mean hitting and hitting means crying and crying means…you get my point. The horse needed to be fixed or thrown away. To make it easier on myself I sawed a little bit off of the pvc so that I’d have more room to work with the fabric. Once the pvc was the right length I simply put it back into the horse and sewed a straight line to seal it in.
  • Day 3 – Shortening a bath rug. Of all of the things I sewed this week I am proudest of this. My wife recently found bath rugs that she liked but we needed a smaller size than the manufacturer made. To remedy this problem I took off the seam binding of the rug, cut 3″ off the width of the rug and then reapplied the seam binding to the now shortened rug. I went extremely slowing putting the seam binding back on because the rug pieces kept getting in the way but I managed to get the rug back in working order without any real problems. Looking at the rug on the bathroom floor there is no way to tell that I altered it in any way. If you were to look underneath at the stitching you’d realize that it’s very crooked but, if you look underneath someone else’s bathroom rugs you’re strange anyway. Perhaps even stranger than a guy who would happily inherit boxer shorts.
  • Day 4 – Fixing a bike helmet. This fix was even faster than the stick horse from Day 2. My son got a new bike helmet and the manufacturer put one of the clips on backwards. All I had to do on this day was remove the stitching that kept the clip in place, turn it the right direction and sew it back in.
  • Day 5 – Beginning a tablecloth. I didn’t have very much time to sew on Day 5 but I did manage to get the thing started. It was the longest thing I had sewn together so I found the amount of fabric I was dealing with a bit awkward but it went well. The stitching definitely veers in places but overall it was a decent line. Not bad for my fifth time sewing at least.

This was a great week because I feel like I picked up a really useful skill. I’m very much a novice, and I realize sewing is something that would take years to master, but I can sew two pieces of fabric together now and that’s good enough for me. Once I finish up the tablecloth I’ll return the sewing machine to my mom but the next time I need something sewn I’ll be able to borrow her machine instead of borrowing her time.



Getting the run down from my seamstress of 32 years.


Week 30: Lunch Duty

People tell me all the time that my wife is amazing. My response is always something along the lines of “You have no idea. Whatever you think she is, she is more than that.” She is literally Wonder Woman. Her invisible jet is normally parked on top of our roof. Anyway, part of what makes her so amazing is her ability to handle so many duties. One of those duties is to prep the lunches for our kids who are in school each day so I thought it might be nice to use Five Day Discipline to relieve her of that duty for a week.


Five Day Discipline: Make lunches for the kids to take to school each day.

I have four kids but only two of them are in school so I just needed to make 2 lunches each day for 5 days. Ten lunches. No problem. I joked at the beginning of the week that I hoped my kids liked peanut butter and jelly because they were going to be getting a lot of it with me in charge of lunch duty. Turns out it was a bad joke because I made pb&j for lunch 4 out of 5 days. It’s quick, delicious and nutritious (enough). I probably would have made them PB&J all five days but after 4 days I ran out bread.

The secret to sandwich making bliss is to use a spoon to scoop out and spread the pb&j, not a knife. Spoon not pictured.

Surprisingly (cough cough) they ended up getting more junk food with me in charge of lunches. I gave them chips each day and chocolate most of the days too. Ironically, my 2nd grade son learned about the food groups during this week and came home in the middle of the week with a request that the next day I “pack him all of the food groups.” My wife heard this request and chimes in from the other room, “When I make the lunches you normally get all of the food groups.” I hear you, dear Wife. I hear you loud and clear. But you show your love with balanced nutrition and I show my love with junk food. Love is love (is love is love).

If I were to take on lunch duty beyond this week I would make a greater effort to actually nourish the children but I was more concerned with eliminating a task from my wife’s to-do list than I was about adhering to ever-changing food science (isn’t the food pyramid dead?). Good odds they’d still get lots of pb&j though.

I am the world’s worst illustrator. But I know my ineptitude and knowing is half the battle.

Beyond making sure the kids had enough food to eat I also needed to write each of them a note for their lunch box each day. It wasn’t a requirement but it’s something my wife does each day and the kids seem to enjoy it so I didn’t want to lame up their week by not including notes. This ended up being a more difficult task than making the actual lunches. I didn’t want to phone in the notes or bore them so I tried to think of amusing things to say or draw (my kindergartener doesn’t read yet so she gets pictures). It’s funny how much an adult can care about wanting to make a seven-year-old laugh. I don’t think I ended up impressing them in the letter writing department though because I only ever got acknowledgement about the letters when I asked them if they read them. Ah well, better luck next time.

From here I suspect my wife will take back lunch duty (to be able to ensure their proper nutrition) but now I’ve got the process down so I can jump in and help as needed. Even Wonder Woman can use some help from time to time. My drawings will still be horrible but my peanut butter and jelly will still be delicious.



Week 4: Sheer Heart Attack

I am going to have a heart attack. Impossible to predict? Sure, but I am not above a bold statement from time to time. You see, my family history is against me (3/4 grandparents had heart attacks) and my diet is against me (cheeseburgers, pizza, hold the veggies). So that’s why I am able to confidently proclaim “I am going to have a heart attack.” Well, I was able to proclaim that but now I’m not so sure. Week 4 is where Five Day Discipline really stepped in and started interfering with my life. This is also when I became a zealot for the Five Day Discipline system so don’t blame me blame Week 4.

Five Day Discipline: Prevent heart attack. Eat a salad every day for lunch.Salad 1

My whole life I Hated salad. Capital H hated. I didn’t dislike it in the general way that all non-adults dislike it, I actually hated it. My most vivid memory of being at my maternal grandparent’s house growing up was when my Grandpa forced me to eat lettuce one night*. On this particular evening I wasn’t allowed to leave the dinner table until I had eaten all of my salad so I tried to disguise it by tucking it under the cheese of a frozen pizza on my plate. I still remember sitting there, tears rolling down my cheeks as I slowly and painfully tried to eat all of the salad. It was traumatic.

Fast forward 20+ years and, though the idea of eating salad made me cringe, I decided to eat salad every day for lunch for Week 4 of my Five Day Discipline. The whole point (of Five Day Discipline) is to do things you don’t normally do and man oh man was salad something I didn’t normally do.  But after working out for Week 3 my body felt good and I was ready for the challenge: it was now or never. By the way, one week of salad would double the amount of lettuce that I had eaten in my entire life. Yes, it’s ridiculous to go 31 years without even eating what amounted to five salads but then again I’ve never shied away from ridiculous.

What I ate: I stuck with two salads that came highly recommended: the Spicy Southwest salad from Chick-fil-a and the Southwest salad from Jack In The Box.

  • Day 1: “Eh. It’s not the worst thing I’ve eaten.” I ate about half of it. I was engrossed in a book (Rothfuss’s The Name Of The Wind for those curious) so I was eating very slowly. It may or may not have contributed to me not eating the whole salad.
  • Day 2: “Okay, I’m not saying I am going to eat this after my Five Day Discipline is over but if I had to eat salad again I could handle that.”
  • Day 3: “Wait, I think I might actually be enjoying this.”
  • Day 4: “Oh, wow, I think I like salad.”
  • Day 5: “I don’t just like this I really, really like this.” Who am I? Existential crisis ensues.

Five Day Discipline didn’t change my tastebuds, what it did was open my mind to try something different and it gave me the repetition of five days that my tastebuds needed to say, “Hey, Daniel, we really dig this.”

If I had told myself I was going to “eat healthier” I would have eaten one salad, been miserable the whole time and never touched the stuff again. With Five Day Discipline though, I only had to do it for five days. You can do anything for five days. I wasn’t even trying to like salad and I certainly wasn’t expecting for it to happen. Its now one of my favorite things and I eat it 3 or 4 times a week. And here’s the real rub, I am not trying to make a healthy choice when I choose salad I am simply picking my favorite thing off the menu.

I don’t want to overstate the impact here but it’s entirely plausible that this singular week of Five Day Discipline will push my impending heart attack back 5 or 10 years because every single time I eat a salad it means that I am not eating a cheeseburger and fries or something equally artery clogging. Maybe now I won’t have a heart attack at all. Maybe I’m ridiculous and maybe I make bold statements but maybe, just maybe, Five Day Discipline saved my life. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.



*while that moment from my childhood was very traumatic I don’t want to paint my grandpa as a villain. He is a brilliant, kind man whom I love dearly. That said, I will be passing my therapist’s bill on to him.*

Week 23: Biting Off More Than I Can Chew

This is what my face looked like most of the week.

There are times when we all bite off more than we can chew. I’ll be danged if I didn’t (almost) do that for my 23rd week of Five Day Discipline when I decided to eat a crown of broccoli each day. Now, I don’t despise broccoli but I wouldn’t claim to like it either, and certainly not raw. My oldest son eats it raw like candy so I figured I’d give it a try. Why did I choose to eat an entire crown? A, it was an easy way to quantify how much I would eat each day. Two, I’m dumb and D, I grossly underestimated how much a crown of broccoli actually was. Also, I chose to eat it just as it comes out of the ground, without ranch or hummus or anything else. Why? See number two above.

Five Day Discipline: Eat a crown of broccoli each day. An entire crown. Each day. For five days in a row.

  • Day 1: Because I had no idea how long it would take me to eat a crown of broccoli I cut off about a third of it in the morning and took it with me as I left for a day of working with a friend. The other 2/3 I ate when I got home. Specifically, it was my dinner. The rest of the family ate the delicious meal my wife had prepared and I sat there with only broccoli.
  • Day 2: I was home all day so I ate pieces of it throughout the day. Not awful but what I would liken to Chinese water torture. Having to eat florets all day can drive a person mad.
  • Day 3: I decided I would eat the entire crown in one sitting. I think it was actually my favorite day of the week. It was all over in about twenty minutes.
  • Day 4: This is the day my broccoli went bad. It started turning black in places and tasting gnarly. Gnarlier than usual. I ate the bad crown anyway because I didn’t want to go to the store but it was sick.
  • Day 5: I threw away the last crown that was purchased at the beginning of the week (since it was now rotting) and went to the store for a new one. All they had was bagged broccoli so I wasn’t able to get a crown technically but the bag was 12 ounces and a quick in-store Google search told me an average crown was 9 ounces. This was a hard day because my parents came over for dinner and my wife had prepared one of my favorite meals. I ate the meal but then I had to eat 12 ounces of broccoli on a full stomach. Not my favorite day.
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Thinking back to happier days when I wasn’t having to eat a crown of broccoli

I was pretty thrilled when this week was over. I have been doing Five Day Discipline now for 26 weeks and this week was by far my hardest up to this point. A crown of broccoli was just a lot to take in. I was hoping that I would find raw broccoli tasty by the end of the week but because I decided to consume so much of it it became more about the quantity challenge than anything else. I don’t blame the broccoli for that though, that’s operator error. I should have said something like, “I’m going to eat 5 broccoli florets each day.” Oh well. Live and learn. And remember, Five Day Discipline isn’t supposed to feel like a chore so if it ever feels that way take a look at the things you are choosing from week to week.



P.S. I had no idea that broccoli was supposed to mess with digestion before I did this. Man, the Internet was all about it. That’s all anybody wanted to talk about. You so silly, Internet.

Another P.S. I like that broccoli looks like tiny trees and how holding a crown of broccoli is like holding an entire miniature forest in your hands. That is all.


Week 25: Necessary Pause

I’m the perfect candidate for journaling. I’m a guy who likes to write, is historically emotional yet guarded with my feelings AND I’ve got lot of high-level stuff swirling around in my brain right now (job search, kid starting school, etc.). So, as I pondered what my next week of Five Day Discipline was going to be this seemed like the perfect option at the perfect time.

Five Day Discipline: Journal for at least 15 minutes each day

What I Wrote About: Whatever happened to me that day, my kids starting school, my current job search, my passions, etc. I didn’t structure my journaling time in any way. I would just sit down and write whatever thoughts popped into my head. The first day was by far the most random in that aspect and I hopped around several subjects. As the week went on though I ended up (unintentionally, I think) narrowing my focus.

Results: I was surprised to find 15 minutes of journaling rather tedious. Aside from my hand punishing me for using it for a length of time it wasn’t used to, I found myself wanting my 15 minute timer to go off. However, near the end of the week the process of journaling brought out some valuable (and personal) thoughts for me and my life moving forward. I found some clarity about what I want (Need!) to do with my life that I may not have found as quickly without the journaling process.

Takeaways: It took me several days, but now I see real value in a daily journal and intend to keep up the practice in some capacity. For me though, I think I would be better served by not putting a time restriction on it otherwise it feels more like a task and less like a tool. That means that I may end up writing for just a minute or two on some days but much of the value of keeping a journal is getting out thoughts and articulating new ones and how long that takes doesn’t matter. We are a go, go, go society and so busy filling our lives that we often fail to take a step back and reflect on our hopes, dreams, direction, goals, etc. A journal will help me take that necessary pause.




My Failures Are The Things That I Didn’t Do (And So Are Yours)

I was recently listening to a podcast by Gary Vaynerchuk* when he was asked to talk about his biggest failures. His response to the question was, “I think [when looking back on life] my failures are the things that I didn’t do.”

I love that answer. Now, in context, his answer was more about failing to invest in companies that would have made him a lot of money, but I think his answer can apply to all of us. It’s taken me a long time to realize that failure isn’t trying and not succeeding but failure is not trying in the first place. Whatever your goals or dreams are they are worth being chased and you’ve got to be willing to fall on your face along the way. Falling on your face can be painful but it’s movement and you can’t reach a goal without moving.

Many of us (*raises hand*) want to do something but we don’t know how to do it. So we do nothing. We’re afraid to fail and so we freeze, too scared to move. This is where Five Day Discipline can be a really useful tool. The system is built on trying something you don’t normally do every week so you’re forced to move. You get used to moving. You’re not necessarily moving towards your biggest dreams or goals but you’re learning (and relearning) what gives you joy and you’re doing it by never standing still.

Once you’re not afraid to move your goals and dreams will follow.

It’s all about movement.



*Google Gary Vee if you haven’t heard of him. He’s got a colorful tongue but if that doesn’t bother you you’ll find him insightful and entertaining. Here, I’ll google him for you: https://www.garyvaynerchuk.com/

Week 24: A Little Nonsense

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“A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.” I’m not claiming any sort of wisdom here but this quote from Willy Wonka has always been a favorite of mine. After eating a crown of broccoli each day for my previous Five Day Discipline I was in need of a little nonsense for Week 24 so having a Nerf gun fight with my kids was an easy choice.

I’ve been telling people that they shouldn’t pick a Five Day Discipline that requires the involvement of someone else for a while now so obviously I broke that rule this week. It’s not really a rule, of course, more like a guideline.  It’s not that I don’t think there is value in conquering something together, indeed I do, but I want people to succeed and not have to rely on someone else’s behavior in order to achieve their goals. I have four kids (three old enough to run around and shoot Nerf guns) so I knew I’d be able to find at least one of them interested in playing with me each day.

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“A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men” -Willy Wonka

Five Day Discipline: Have a Nerf war with my kids every day. We run around and shoot each other with Nerf guns often but never five days in a row and it’s never planned out ahead of time. This week we pulled out all the stops: forts, bases, neighbor kids, alliances, scouting missions, betrayals, invisibility armor…

Was it fun?: You bet your britches!


  • Being silly is more fun than not being silly (please, that’s Mr. Holmes to you)
  • My kids love teaming up together against me (and I love watching them team up)
  • I love shooting my kids (ah the joy of nailing your child with a perfectly timed shot)
  • Anticipation is energy- I looked forward to coming home each day knowing that I was about to play Nerf guns and run around with my kids. Regardless of what I had done that day or how tired I was, when I walked through the door I had a newfound energy.
  • My main role as a parent isn’t to be a friend to my kids but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a heap of fun along the way
  • The bond I have with my kids felt stronger this week. We were all excited to be having Nerf wars and there was a palpable joy in the air.
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Combining a previous Five Day Discipline of climbing trees with this week’s order of daily Nerf gun fights.

This week was special. Not special as far as my Five Day Discipline journey goes, I didn’t gain a new healthy habit or find a new hobby, but a week spent focusing on my kids is a good week to me no matter which way you slice it. Then again, Five Day Discipline is about personal growth and I definitely think my kids and I grew a little bit closer this week. A relationship is built on a thousand tiny shared experiences and we made the most of our time together this week. Maybe a week of Nerf wars doesn’t guarantee a strong, healthy relationship with my kids in the future but maybe a little nonsense can go a long way. Maybe a little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men because they know that any time spent playing with your kids is time well spent.



P.S. This was a super fun week. Even if you don’t have kids you can find a way to let go and shake loose. Do that. Play more. The end.

Just Because It’s Easy Doesn’t Mean It’s Easy

Five Day Discipline is easy. You pick something you don’t normally do and you do it for five days. Just five days. That’s easy, right? Yes, in theory. But theory doesn’t mean a thing when your kid gets sick or you have to work late or any of the million other real world examples I could mention. Life happens. Skipping a day (or week) of Five Day Discipline won’t derail your life and send you into a downward but if you want to squeeze the most that you can out of Five Day Discipline you have to make it a priority. Not THE priority, but A priority. It takes a certain amount of dedication if you hope to learn and grow so here are a few simple steps that you can take to keep you on track:

  • Think ahead. Look at your upcoming week and pick something that is realistic. If the upcoming week has you traveling for work on Thursday and Friday don’t decide that “Playing the piano for an hour” will be your Five Day Discipline. If you’re a fancy boy or girl maybe, maybe you’ll have a piano in your hotel lobby but you won’t play it anyway. Even if you’re good enough (you’re not) and have the fortitude (you don’t) to sit in a hotel lobby and play piano for strangers for an hour you can’t count on that as an option. The hotel may not let random guests use their piano or they may have hired a pianist for the evening, etc. Bottom line: look at your schedule for the week, think and make your Five Day Discipline realistic. Put succinctly: fail to plan, plan to fail. That’s clever I should trademark that.
  • Take the first opportunity each day to get your Five Day Discipline done. If you can get your Five Day Discipline done early do it early. Time slips away. Accidents happen. Chaos is one misstep away. It won’t always apply to your discipline for the week but when you’re able to, go ahead and get it done.
  • Tell someone what you’re doing. An old-fashioned accountability partner is never a bad idea. Not only will they help keep you accountable but they might give you new ideas or join in with you. When I was eating salads every day for lunch I would text a picture of my salad to my brother-in-law. If he didn’t hear from me he would have known that something fishy was up. A little positive peer pressure is a good thing when you’ve got a goal to accomplish.
  • Make it fun. Try things you want to try. The goal of Five Day Discipline isn’t to make you uncomfortable but to have you try new things and gain new perspectives. This week is a bad example for me because I’m eating an entire crown of broccoli each day (which is terribly tedious) but if you’re doing something that is making you miserable you’re much more likely to quit. So find something fun that you actually are excited about and get to it!



Week 3: Good Things Come To Those Who Weight

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Senior year of high school, age 17

Once upon a time I worked out on a regular basis. I wasn’t big, bulky or particularly strong but I did actively pick up weights. I was on the wrestling team in high school and we pushed weights around in the gym multiple times each week. Then in college I continued to go to the gym each week, mostly because I had so much spare time (and zero affection for studying). Granted, it was way less intense and focused than my high school wrestling workouts were but it was better than nothing. Since college though I’ve been on a sliding scale somewhere between “Works out rarely” and “Doesn’t work out at all.” And I’m good with that. I have a wife and four kids and none of them love me for my body. As long as I am strong enough to pick my children up and carry out the normal chores of life then I am happy never stepping foot in a gym. But I also know that physical fitness is important to overall health and I’d really like to live forever so I decided to dust off the old weights in the garage (that’s a lie-the weights in the garage aren’t dusty at all. My wife is a machine and she uses them all the time).weights

Five Day Discipline: Workout for an hour each day. I didn’t have a plan or an agenda I was just going to go into my garage each night and move stuff around. Efficient? No. Effective? When you’ve been as static as I had been, absolutely. My body felt every. single. rep.(e.ti.tion.)

What I did: I can’t remember exactly. I did curls and bench press and triceps and ab stuff etc. No leg stuff. Forget legs. If the good Lord had intended me to exercise my legs he wouldn’t have invented pants to cover them up. What specific lifts I did don’t matter the important thing was that I was moving weights around.

What I learned: This is when I started using the phrase, “You can do anything for five days!” On Friday, Day 5 of this particular week, my neighbors came over and we stood around in the kitchen talking for an hour and a half while our kids played. All well and good-except it was 10pm before they left and I was finally able to start my workout. You might be a night owl but, sister, I ain’t! I want to be in bed by 11pm and when you factor in the prep time and shower time on top of the hour I had to workout the math just wasn’t in my favor. Plus I was sore. I hadn’t picked up a weight in months before the start of this week so my body was lashing out at me with heavy doses of lactic acid. But you know what? You can do anything for five days! So I sucked it up and did it. There is a powerful psychology to not wanting to break a streak, even if that streak is designated to end at five days.

And then my week of working out was over.

I had hoped that Week 3 would kick start a new dedication to fitness for me and I would continue working out several times each week. But that didn’t happen. I didn’t pick up a weight again for almost two months. However, working out did make me feel good and it made me want to pick something challenging for my fourth week of Five Day Discipline, a week that would end up having huge consequences! Dun-dun-duuuun! Attempted drama aside, Week 3 ended up being important. More important than working out for an hour each night. You never know where shaking up your routine might lead you and, in my case at least, good things come to those who weight.