Wow...
Not been here for so long. Feels strange. You ever been one of those people who never really say anything but listens to everything everyone else says? That’s me on this site. I feel I know everyone here, although probably only Zeb remembers me (Hiya ya big crazy nutcase, I’ve missed arguing with you until I punched my screen!).
Last time I was a semi-regular poster here I never really contributed to anything exercise-wise, because I felt so many other people were far better placed to offer good advice.
Anyhow, lots has happened since then and I’m back with the only people I trust to be cruel to be kind, and to have the knowledge to help me achieve what I want. I have to get the ball rolling for my own good and so… I have decided to hold myself accountable in my new workout endeavours by keeping a log here - predominantly for myself but hopefully at some point people will chime in to tell me that everything I am doing is wrong and point me towards the newest all cake/beer diet instead.
As a former massively fat bastard of many years, then fat bastard, then just bastard, then quite healthy and getting stronger every day bastard - I now find myself in a fairly sorry state physically.
Here is the ultra quick summary of the last 10 years. (works better with a fat version of the Wonder Years theme playing as you read it)
From the womb till age 16 - No activities whatsoever. Raised in an all female household where no-one gave a shit about sports. I was subsequently terrible at anything requiring co-ordination and/or fitness and so shunned it, preferring pies.
17-24 Did tons of Kung Fu (Southern Praying Mantis for anyone that cares) to a high standard but was also a heavy drinker/smoker/stoner/acid casualty (stopped acid at age 22). Could fight but looked like shit.
Mid 20s - Earned tons of money as a TV Director/Producer in my mid-late 20s. Spent every penny on booze/food/drugs/guitars… Was frickin huge. Had a beautiful custom Strat though.
29-30 - Job went tits-up. Tons of debt. Impossible to find work because the workplace had changed. Massive depression etc… V unhealthy. Sold Strat
30-31 - New job - doing some good - saving dolphins (in a round about way) - new beginnings - real discipline and determination to become healthy. Armed with newfound T-knowledge and 3-days weights and 3 days Hiit per week. Became the closest to buff I’ve ever been. The best physique I’ve ever had, and it was at the age of 31 :).
Would never say I was a stunner and my physique would have been prob rated on this site as a ‘-1’ but it’s all relative and for the first time in many many years girls were approaching me instead of me having to rely on my charm/personality (ie ability to talk shit for Queen and country).
31.5 - Job finished. Massive depression trying to get another in my field. Started smoking and drinking again. And eating such colossal amounts of shit it was untrue. But because I was too poor/depressed to go out my atrophy wasn’t a pressing concern. To be honest I’d stayed ok looking for quite a while until…
Was 32 in March.
Now to present days - I weighed myself last week and discovered that in just (approx) 6 months of falling off the wagon I have not only (from the look of me and my current ‘numbers’) lost most of the muscle I gained, but in addition I had also put on 40lbs of pure lard.
Enough is enough. I am shocked and disgusted that I ever allowed myself to fall back so far. I’m 32 now. Time to put up or shut up. Now is the last chance I will get to decide the type of person I want to be and make it happen. Yadda yadda yadda…Cue Training montage >>>
I have a tough initial goal and deadline. I’ve arranged to have a short 1-week holiday with some friends in 8 weeks. My initial mission (which will then be replaced with a less superficial one) which I shall called GOAL 1, is to lose the 40lbs of lard I put on and to do it healthily. Tough job I know but considering I have not lifted a pinky in exercise in 6 months or eaten anything that wasn’t sugar-coated in that time, I reckon it’s possible.
At my fattest, around 2000-2002 - I weighed a 100% blubber 275lbs.
I’m 6’3" and when I looked/felt/was my most healthy last year I got down to 200lbs and was slowly making my way back up with proper muscle.
Last Thursday I weighed 239lbs.
Today I weigh 233.
Funnily enough just as I have started my mission it looks like some great work is on the very near horizon so that is very cool - power of positive thinking and all that. The mental side is very important but to be honest even if there is no work on the horizon, I think I have a handle on my prior predisposition towards depression so this gig would be like the icing on the cake of incentives.
Still, I currently have absolutely no money and so all my training will either be in my tiny 1-bedroom flat/apartment using my crap bench Barbell/Tri Bar/EZ Bar/Dumbbells and assorted weights, or will involve running (ok mostly panting with my lungs on fire screaming for oxygen). I also have a cheap doorway chinning bar but I’m currently to heavy/weak to do one pull-up with perfect form so that will be another indicator of my progress.
I’m going back to my 3 days weights and 3 days on foot method but without concentrating on any particular bodypart too much at the moment. Just trying to burn fat and regain some strength to allow me to achieve GOAL 1, before going onto tackling GOAL 2, which is to be in better shape than I was last year.
The diet is radically altered from my Winter 2006/Spring 2007 ‘See it, Eat it’ plan, to one of fresh produce and home cooking, split into 6 meals a day 2-3 of which will be protein shakes. Got my multi-vits, fish oils and protein with the last of my cash until the next payday comes along.
Stopped drinking. Stopped smoking. Stopped smoking weed. Stopped fizzy diet drinks. Facing all of the joys of quadruple withdrawal with the agony of my aching body screaming at me for making it suddenly remember how to repeatedly pick up and put down heavy things 3 times a week. I hate this bit. In a few weeks it will be fine I’m sure but I’m not the best company at the moment
Asparagus, for all its charms, will NEVER taste as good as a can of diet coke. Or a Marlboro Light. But I figure I have drunk enough and smoked enough to last me a lifetime. If I’d given green foods a more equal billing on my plate I wouldn’t be in the position I’m in now. And maybe some discipline and abstinence will make those treats taste all the sweeter on the day I allow myself some sort of cola or Jack Daniel’s-based reward.
Not gonna post numbers yet because for the first two weeks it is more a case of reacclimatising myself and discovering exactly how much of my strength is still there, before the REAL work begins.
However, the routine, with my limited equipment/space/money looks something like this.
Monday
Romanian Deadlift 1 x 12, 1 x 10, 1 x 8, 5 x 5
Bent over Row 1 x 12, 1 x 8, 5 x 5
Squat 1 x 20, 1 x 8, 5 x 5
Ham Extension 5x10
Leg Extension 5x5
1 Arm Rows 5x5
1 Arm Shrug 6x6 30 secs rest between
Weighted Side bend 6x6 30 secs rest between sets
Weighted Situp 3x12 30secs rest (extra rep each time I do them until eventually 3x20 then heavier)
Reverse Crunch 3x12 30secs rest (extra rep each time I do them until eventually 3x20 then weighted or change exercise)
Tuesday
5min warmup jog followed by
30secs sprint
60secs walk
Repeat 10 times
Get home
Still gasp for air trying to breath steadily 3 hours later
Wednesday
Bench Press - 1 x 12, 1 x 10, 1 x 8, 5 x 5
Incline Bench Press - 6x6
Shoulder press - 5x5
Front Delt Raise/Lateral Raise/Bent Over rear Delt Raise with Dumpbells - Triset 5x5
EZ Curl Bar Bicep curls 5x5 (doing these 'cos lack of bicep strength holding back the pull-ups)
Tri Bar Hammer Curls 5x5 (doing these 'cos lack of bicep strength holding back the pull-ups)
Tri Bar Seated Tricep extension 1 x 12, 5 x 5
Pull up - 1x10 - currently too weak to do even 1 so saving this for when I have strength back and have lost weight
Forearm curls/reverse forearm curls superset 5x5
Thursday
5min warmup jog followed by
Hill sprints (steep hill takes approx 30secs to run up plus 10secs to jog down)
60 secs rest
Repeat 10 times
Get home
Curse Allah, Jehovah, Buddha and Tom Cruise for my accursed lack of cardio ability
Friday
Romanian Deadlift - 1 x 12, 1 x 10, 1 x 8, 5 x 5
Bent over Row - 1 x 12, 1 x 8, 5 x 5
1 Arm DB Rows 5x5
Squat 1 x 20, 1 x 8, 5 x 5
DB Lunges 5x5
Calf Raises 5x5
Weighted Side Bends 6x6 30secs rest between sets
Reverse Crunch 3 x 12 30secs rest between them (extra rep each time I do them until eventually 3x20 then weighted or change exercise)
10kg plate Russian twists 3x12 30secs rest (extra rep each time I do them until eventually 3x20 then weighted or change exercise)
Saturday
Gentle recovery jog
Slowly building up again - I used to go around 40mins without slowing including a big steep hill run up from the bottom of Greenwich Park - currently at 10mins then alternating 60secs walking/90secs running for about 30mins in total.
Sunday
Do two things. Jack and Shit.
No cheat meals but every once in a while I shall be forced out and I can’t not drink at all (networking for new job etc. require socialising)so I will make those drinking evenings (of serious moderation)the equivalent of my cheat days. The infrequency of this means I should still definitely be inside the 90% strict diet rule. Trying for max 50g carbs (not including green veg) and about 230g protein a day. As little bad fat as poss and a small amount of good ones. Will post diet stuff at a later date.
So there we. Way too chicken to post pics yet. Will do close to the GOAL1 deadline. Enough talking. Time to eat something green and finally turn the 1-Pack into 6-Pack. Wow, just one tubby cliche after another…