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My journey to Spatra!

So as I begin to write about all the things that are important to me and have been since I was a young lad, I thought that I should talk about a goal i have for this year. That goal is to regain my self esteem and pride, by getting in the best shape of my life at 42. I am using a well know successful method known as P90X and it really has changed many peoples lives, I know I've meet a few in person. Even I have already made an initial change using one of the earlier forms of this method known as Power 90. I went from a cuddly 270lbs down to 240 but it wasn't enough fun to keep me motivated. This other method the P90X, IS without a doubt some of the hardest, toughest, most diggin' down into your soul and make it happen type of program that I have ever seen... Now the funny part, I actually have had this program for the last 3-4yrs just sitting around. Yup, it's true, I like everything else was OK with just being an avoider and never pushing play. But one fine day I was working and traveling in the fine state of Pennsylvania and while at this hotel, a guy and his buddy run into the lobby as I was about to catch a taxi to the airport. I turned and said man he looks familiar, then it hit me, I asked "Is you name Tony"? the guys was just standing there doing motions like a boxer, and he looked up and said in a breathy voice, "sure is, who wants to know"? I said "man, my name is Socrates, and your power 90 helped me loose 40lbs"! and he was like "yeah, yeah... soc raaaat essss, the philosopher! Thats great man, That's great"! and we talked and then on the way home I realized that the dude was real, that he really did live like he said, by just bringing it.

So to make a long story short, I decided to begin my 90 day transformation it started the 30th of June although officially it starts August 2! Reason is that there is a challenge on the forums on the www.milliondollarbody.com that inspired me to use my body as my Halloween outfit! I went out and got all the accessories and THEY WEREN'T CHEAP! So this is a must folks... so stay tuned. I've got pictures coming and I plan on posting them weekly for audit purpose.

Hugs!

Who is DocSoc?

Born in Cuba, I was uprooted and moved to the USA in 1971. At 4yrs old I found myself in a strange world where they spoke strangely; my family was given the ability to move to LA or IL and since my father spoke Spanish and French (sort of) he choose New Orleans, LA. Well as you can imagine if you’re old enough to remember LA in that time was heavily racially tensioned. My father the Physician found no work but that in the ship yards doing manual labor. My mother doing seamstress type work and I was on my way to school for the first time. We lasted there about 1yr before the riots of 72 broke out in New Orleans and WE really didn't fit in any cast, class, or race; we where Cubans in a Black and White world and we where the new grey (TAN). So, in the riots from what I recall there was a moment of hordes of people screaming and then glass breakage in our house and my father taking his newly acquired pistol out and firing a few shots. This cam about because some of the glass that broke upon shattering cut my mothers lower leg, right around the side of her calf if I remember correctly. It wasn’t always bad in LA I remember. There were times when I remember running in the neighborhood and playing with what now seems like a Benetton Commercial of kids! I recall one day when the neighbors to our side packed up many of the kids on the block into his wagon (Station Wagons where the SUV’s of that time), and I just stared at them, when I asked where they were going they said the ZOO! I stood there and was asked “Do you want to come”? I of course said yes, and when asked if my parents were ok with this I of course replied… “YES”! Even though they had NO idea, needles to say when we returned in the evening, the entire block was looking for me, including the local police. Guess that lays the foundation or at least describes the foundation of my personality and who I am at least partially. After the riots of 72 we packed all our belongings into a u-haul it, and onto a rent a hitch on the back of our Dodge Dart and head for the promised land of New York City, where it was said that there were plenty of Hispanics (Cuban, Puerto Rican, Dominican, and others). I was pretty excited about the move, I wasn’t feeling to secure in what my mind was a war zone, or the place that hurt my Mom. My fathers conversations were nothing but positive about NYC and that we would prosper better there while we awaited his ability to take the American boards and works again as a Doctor. On the trip it was a great we seemed all excited to get there and then the unthinkable, well at least to a 6yr old… We lost the hitch and the u-haul crashed and all our possessions were lost, we rummaged through the accident and saved what we could, and what would fit into the Dart. It wasn’t such a wonderful trip anymore…