It’s quite a long, involved backstory so I’ll stick to the (fairly) recent past.
I started lifting again nearly 2 years ago now as about 240lbs of hairy pudding. Weak as anything, ridiculously out of condition, etc. Since then I’ve been lifting pretty consistently (very consistently before the apocalypse) twice a week and I’ve regained a decent chunk of lost strength and a lost a decent amount of the fat (lowest was about 180lbs)
I finished Mass Made Simple (kinda, I couldn’t do the final set of the final workout) a week or two before armageddon hit and I’d just started working on my own version of a hypertrophy program with the idea of building to a peak over ~16 weeks.
I’m now just getting as much work in as I can, as work is all a little crazy at the minute. I have the remnants of a garage gym from a previous life (pre-kids) so it’s just a case of finding time and energy at the minute.
Thanks man, it’s nice to be moving in the right direction again for sure. Still a long, long way to go though, I walked 10 miles into the woods, got to walk the 10 miles back now.
Also weighed myself for the first time since the zombie apocalypse began, which was a massive shitting error. Weight needs to be shifted. Plan of attack is to do my clean and presses topless in front of a reflective surface every night, and right before I go and do my food diary for the next day. That should do the trick.
That’s exactly the plan, yeah. I figure it’s going to be really difficult to justify shitty food choices and easier to set the alarm 15mins early to go do some swings.
Yeah sure I’ll be okay. 7 months is not that long. Well it sure feel a bit lonely in quarantine but hey
Same for me that’s why I’m dieting otherwise I could very easily splurge. I ate a chocolate bar 10 days ago. 1200 calories in an instant, just for dessert. When I indulge myself it’s easy to say “ugh diet is fucked up today anyway so why not finish the whole thing?”