So -- it's officially the end of my first two days of the "Hack to Hero" Journey and there's (obviously) a ton of work left to do.

For the next 16 months, I’m going to update this blog daily or every other day depending on my work schedule. As I stated earlier, I have a full-time job, a soon-to-be wife and plenty of other daily obligations that routinely keep my golf clubs and I apart longer than I’d like – just like the rest of you dreamers!

In the coming weeks and months, I’m going to figure out exactly how the blog is going to be laid out, but I will be updating you on my game, diet, routines and anything else that you might find interesting throughout the process.

Here’s a look at today’s information, and an idea of what to expect going forward:

Weight: 251 lbs.

Diet:

-          2 McDonald's Chicken Sausage Biscuits

-          16oz Orange Juice

-          Spaghetti and Meat Sauce

-          2 Tacos from Moe’s, w/chips and queso dip (don’t judge me)

-          2 12oz Sprite Soda

-          4 20oz bottle of Spring Water

-          1 box of Hot Tamales candy

-          8oz whole milk

-          3 “Back to Nature” Thin Mint cookies

Exercise:

-          Hahaha – you’re funny.

Golf:

 Found out the course down the street is open, so despite frigid temperatures, I will be playing this weekend. Stay tuned…

I know, I know – that all looks pretty damn bleak. But it is day one and there are still more than 500 days until the 2017 U.S. Open. There’s a long road ahead, but I have made some strides. In fact, today, I even purchased gluten free, diet Thin Mint knockoffs.

Seriously, if you need more proof that I’m a bit of a sadist, just remember I started this journey at the height of Girl Scout cookie season.

Now, obviously, the goal of this project is to turn myself into a 1.4 handicap capable of qualifying for the U.S. Open at Erin Hills in 2017, but there are a couple of other ancillary goals to reach along the way.

First, I’m looking to drop 40 lbs., from my 251 lbs., current weight. Obviously, looking at the diet log from today, there’s plenty of work to be done there and, with a little diligence and a few hundred salads, the poundage ought to just fall off.

Second, I’m looking to create a blue print for any weekend hacker who wants to step up their game.

As much as it seems like these players who grace our television sets every Saturday and Sunday were touched by a superior golfing deity at birth, they, I believe, are mostly the product of sheer determination, hard work, persistence and a little God-given ability. Simply put, I want to show those who want it bad enough (not necessarily a PGA Tour card, but a better game and a healthier lifestyle) a way to get to where they want to go.

I’ve long joked that I’ve had nothing to overcome – but now, I realize that’s my hurdle. I’ve been blessed to spend my whole life with no real pressing urge to “get out” or make a better life – I had everything I ever needed and was wildly content to stay there: until I stated playing golf.

In golf, there’s always something to overcome. For me, I started as – to put it bluntly – a shitty golfer. I won’t put you to sleep here with all the details of my golfing past – that will be coming soon! Long story short, I write this as a 3.7 handicap – down from an estimated 30 handicap as recently as the summer of 2010. Ever since graduating from college, my focus (when not forced to attend to life’s other obligations) has been improving my game and the results are there. That’s why I truly believe I’ve got the chance to do something special during this journey.

Of course, I can’t do this on my own – so I’m looking to my fellow golf lovers for help along the way.

If you have any recipes, exercises or information that have helped you and might help me, I’m open to it – this is a community project for all you golf nerds like me, I just happen to be (and am honored to be) the lab rat. You can message me on Twitter @HacktoHero27 or via email at hacktohero27@gmail.com.

Come back Thursday for more, and a detailed look at my week and progress.

As always, thanks again for following along!

-Matt 

P.S. Follow my exploits on Instagram.com, @HacktoHero27 

Hack to Hero: Join Me on My Journey

For as long as there has been golf, there have been horrible, pitifully bad golfers with swings that looked more like a new born giraffe taking its first steps than a human being trying to swat a tiny white pill down a fairway. There’s also been the 1% of the 1% of golfers who make this painfully difficult game we all love so much look as easy and natural as inhaling and exhaling.

With such a disparity, the question of whether or not the folks who make up the minuscule amount of touring professional golfers on the planet are flat-born with the ability to be great, or if their skills are learned, developed over what can be an excruciatingly long process, extensive hours on and off the course and more work than most of us can ever imagine, is one that comes up often. Is Rory McIlroy a result of passion, work ethic and sacrifice colliding or was he, at birth, a chosen being touched by the hands of a superior golfing deity, declared to be the next big thing?

Or is it a little of both?

I apologize in advance – this is a little long-winded. Stick with me, though.

As a golf junkie who has been blessed to write about the game I love, play much more of it than most my age and even caddie at two of the North East’s most prestigious private clubs, I’ve had the opportunity to meet and speak with hundreds of people about the game at length. One of the most common quandaries is aforementioned: Can anyone be a pro under the right circumstances or must you be born with it?

I’ve always believed that human beings can do anything they put their minds to – and that’s what I plan to do. My whole life, I’ve always been “pretty good” at every athletic endeavor I've undertook without really trying. For a long time, I was quite proud of that. It was nice being able to skip workouts and still get hits during the game. It was fun being one of the first picks in pick-up football despite never playing a down in junior leagues or high school.

Now, at 27, I’m realizing the folly of my ways. I can barely make it up the stairs without being tired some days. My ankles sound like a tiny tin drumroll as I walk up them. I’ll go to throw a snow ball at my car for ha-ha’s and the shoulder that used to routinely throw 100 baseballs a day in the upper 70’s and lower 80’s now feels like I tried to bench press a Honda Civic after just one toss. It’s disheartening.

Genetically, we aren’t that different, Jason Day and Me -- comparing his DNA to mine wouldn’t look too terribly different under microscope – But Day at 27 is a major championship winner, a physical specimen who, when not plagued with bouts of vertigo (and hell, sometimes when he is) is one of the finest athletes in one of the toughest games on the planet. He constantly works to be the best and feeds his body right.

As for me, at 27, I’m a former high school athlete who treats every whiffle ball game, every round of golf, every pick up football game as if it were the World Series, the Masters on Sunday or the Super Bowl – and I usually end up paying the price for it the next morning. I rest on my laurels, eat SweetTarts and Doritos almost competitively and drink more Coca-Cola than your average monkey eats bananas.

That being said, over the last five years I’ve buried myself in the game of golf – and have built a swing that I am quite proud of. It’s not as aesthetically pleasing as that of say, Louis Oosthuizen or as powerful, long and athletic as Dustin Johnson – but it has produced dozens of rounds in the mid-to-high 70’s in the last 24 months – feats that would’ve been deemed impossible by 23-year-old me who was content with a round of 89 and no hangover the following morning.

Since then, I’ve caddied at Vineyard Golf Club and the Hartford Golf Club, played with Division 1 All-Americans, dozens of aspiring club pros, gotten impromptu lessons from a local legend, and bounced swing ideas off players who I would literally commit murder to one day be as good as. For lack of a better phrase, I have been truly blessed in my golf life.

Because of this, I've decided to see just how far I can go; to finally find an answer to the born with it/work for it debate.

Over the next 14-16 months, I will attempt to transition my mind, body and game from their current states (cluttered, over weight and inconsistent) to that of a championship golfer. I will be overhauling my diet, beginning a stringent exercise routine, adopting rigorous practice regiments, play in local and state tournaments in Massachusetts and Connecticut to collect valuable competitive rounds and basically do everything else your average touring pro might -- all while working a full-time job and keeping my new bride from leaving me.

All of this is in an effort to take my self from a 3.7 handicap to the 1.4 necessary to attempt to qualify for the U.S. Open in 2017 at Erin Hills.

Now, I'm not talking about going all Roy McAvoy on everybody -- just getting to the qualifying stages would be huge and, honestly, a position that most average golfers on the planet would be content to reach. I'm here to prove that it's possible for anyone.

Along the way, I'll be asking for help, taking questions and keeping you posted on my progress. Hopefully, whether you believe I will or I won't, you'll come along for the ride, learn some things on the way and perhaps realize that your potential is fully in your hands.

-Matt