I Am Officially Certifiable

Ace Personal Trainer Certificate

The rain was drizzling down not unlike Boston or Seattle when we pulled in the driveway last night. We had spent 12 of the last 36 hours in the car and were worn down to nearly nothing. I shuffled over to the front door, unlocked it, then listlessly flopped open the mailbox, only to discover a certificate sized-envelope from ACE Fitness.

I then spent the next ten minutes running around the house in glee, shouting “It’s here! It’s here!”, much to the consternation of the puppies and the exhausted amusement of Lor. Funny, that.

Recognition In An Envelope

I eventually calmed down enough to open the envelope, and was able to spend a few moments basking in the glow of my achievement. There, in my hands, suitable for framing, was my ACE Fitness Personal Trainer Certificate.

You might find my enthusiasm a little odd. I’ve just finished getting my first book published. I’ve spent the last 14 months losing nearly half my body weight. Why all the excitement about a professional certification?

Mainly because I wasn’t sure I could manage to earn the certification.

My novel is very exciting. Losing 130+ pounds has been life-changing. But the certification…it involved using my brain. Extensively. Including parts that don’t work so well anymore – mainly my memory. I can barely remember my own name half the time. And I was supposed to learn enough to get through a 150 question exam? On subjects that I knew almost nothing about?

Remember, I am the guy that flunked out of Biology twice in High School.

So, yeah. This is a really, really big deal for me.

Base Camp Achieved

Let’s take a look back in the rear-view mirror, shall we?

In September of 2015, I was morbidly obese. I weighed almost 300 pounds, and the majority of life was barred from me.

 

In September of last year, I was 2 months out from bariatric surgery. I was down to 224 pounds and was beginning to think that I had achieved my weight loss goals.

And as of last night, I am professionally certified to assist others with their own fitness journeys. How about that?

If the “weight-loss” journey is like climbing a mountain, I can safely say I’ve reached a major base camp before tackling the higher parts of the ascent.

I needed a publisher to get my novel written. I needed an awesome medical team to get me started losing weight. But I had to take that ACE Fitness exam all by myself. With a broken brain, no less.

This achievement was personal.

The Climb Goes Ever Upwards

So, I am a certified professional. Now I am going to start taking on clients and building a practice, right?

Well, no. Not exactly.

I began my CPT training largely due to Misdirected. I kept fielding questions. About diet. Or about exercise. Maybe pertaining to obesity and surgery and genetics and fat-shaming.

And I did my best to answer these questions, I really did. But, anytime someone would ask me what my qualifications were, I would have to say something like “Well, I used to weigh a lot more…”

I realized that I was going to have to expand my scope of knowledge, and in an organized way. Certified education seemed to make the most sense. Since I am mainly dealing with questions about day-to-day life, becoming a personal trainer just made the most sense.

When creating content for Misdirected, I now have the backing of an international organization with 65,000+ healthcare professionals to draw on. I can look through my manuals, check online training, or chat with fellow trainers. I feel much more secure now, creating content from the perspective of a trained professional.

Also, this isn’t the end of my education. My intention all along has been to specialize in working with obese patients, especially those who are looking into or who have just gone through bariatric surgery. There is additional training available for me to broaden my knowledge in those fields. And I will be pursuing it, as time goes by.

A Laser-Like Focus

Also, now that I’ve split my fiction news off to a whole new website at the Ash Falls Gazette, Misdirected can get back to what it does best. We will return to exclusively focusing on weight loss, exercise, diet, and the occasional “this is my life” post. Many of you have requested that change, and here it is.

I am very excited to have made it this far with all of you! I look forward to our continued growth as a weight-loss and lifestyle change resource for you.

We’ll see you here next week. To stay plugged in throughout the week, remember to follow us on Twitter @tjschofield or on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/tjeremyschofield.

Keep Putting One Foot In Front Of The Other,

Jeremy C. Schofield

ACE Certified Professional Trainer

 

Boise Book Fest 2017

Boise Book Fest 2017

Howdy, readers! Bet you thought I had abandoned you, right?

But, no, actually I have been a little busy. First, I was sick as a dog. Then, after I recovered, I had to start preparing for the BIG IMPORTANT EVENT coming up in my life…

I am going to the Boise Book Fest. In Boise (duh), where I have never been. To hang around with the folks from Fiction Vortex, who I will be meeting in person for the first time.

But, most importantly, I will be going to Boise as an author. Like, of my very own book.

The Dream Is Real

As anyone who follows me on Facebook, Twitter, or here knows, I have been waiting for Inheritance to get published for several months now. And it turns out the book got to FV headquarters a couple of days ahead of schedule. (Our pre-order period is still in effect, though: 4 more days till the 15th, then they go up to full price!)

And, with that, I am officially “official.” Even if I never write another word of fiction (not likely), I will forever be a professional fiction author. People are actually paying to read a story I wrote.

How about that?

I was discussing this with my writing group over the weekend. Authors have very strange egos, consisting of multiple personalities. On the one hand, we think so much of the stories in our heads that we want to share them with the world. Egotism, maybe? Narcissistic personality disorder, possibly?

But, after the stories are created, we are inevitably crushed with self-doubt. Everything else we read is so much better than anything we could ever create. Why on Earth would anyone want to read what we have written? Much less pay for it?

I don’t know if I will ever cease being surprised when someone buys a copy of Inheritance. Check in with me after I’ve sold a few hundred thousand copies.

Into The Wild Blue Wonder

And so, it is with equal parts excitement and trepidation that I am planning on getting on a plane to head to Idaho.

For one thing, I am just flat out excited to go somewhere I’ve never been before. I love to travel and haven’t done much of it the past several years.

On the other hand, I’ll be sharing oxygen with several other, much more successful authors at this conference. That is a bit intimidating. Part of me wants to soak up brain-share from those who have Been There and Done That.

The other part of me wants to be recognized as an equal, fellow author.

I mentioned the split-personality thing previously, right?

Conferences are supposed to opportunities for learning. You should be spending your time in workshops, metaphorically sitting at the feet of the masters of the craft. Time should be invested in networking and making important contacts. If the opportunity presents itself you might meet a publisher or an agent who is interested in a potential project.

I, however, will be spending my time behind the Fiction Vortex table, explaining episodic fiction and trying to sell my books. Since I may have overestimated demand for our samplers on my initial order by about half a case’s worth.

Still, I will be doing even my sales routine as the author of a real, live book. Of my very own. That I totally wrote.

Who am I kidding? I am as giddy as a preteen at a One Direction concert.

One Direction is still a thing, right? I haven’t been paying attention – I’ve been busy writing a book.

Boise Here I Come,

Jeremy