I figured I better start my own thread, since I jump in and comment on so many others.
By hel320’s category I’m a has been, wanna be again, former bodybuilder, turned oly lifter, turned bouncer, that matured and got a real job in the family business after college. After a 20 + year hiatus I have returned to the gym, fatter, balder, and damn near 50.
My journey was restarted after a sales trip to Vietnam. My colleagues gave me hell, deservedly so, about my health. I was topping out at 284lbs on blood pressure pills, cholesterol meds, a diabetes pill and a nightly sleeping pill. I’m a physical mess, the kind folks right obesity articles in the Wall Street Journal. I am the guy that causes health insurance premiums to skyrocket.
So after 7 days of brow beating in Ho Chi Minh City (or Saigon as I remember on the CBS Evening News) coupled with an impassioned speech I heard from a Dr. Martin Blacker I joined a gym again. 28 years after joining my first gym in Boone, NC.
27 years after I wanted to be a college football player, 27 years after I figured out I would never make the team, and 26 years after I found out being strong as hell gets you a job at a college bar and that is a helluva good place to meet girls.
Of course it was 23 years after lifting my last bar bell. Life, careers, marriage, and fatherhood took a front seat to my health. I learned to cook and cook well. I ate and drank myself to relieve the stress of earning a living in an industry I have no control over profit margins, markets or real control over operations. I needed a different avenue; I am fat, bald, damn near 50 and dying by leaps and bounds. I had to change.
The transformation has begun. I am 34 lbs lighter due to diet and exercise. I am in the gym 6 or 7 times a week. I have a whole body big muscle group weight plan I am working on. My cholesterol is down to 189 from 220. I am arguing with my Doc over testosterone levels and my wife about working out.
I get pissed when I have a bad day at the gym. I’m stronger and feel better than I can remember. I have something I can control.
So this is the beginning of my story. I will be ranting and raving, self criticizing and seeking it from the rest of the crowd. I’m an over 35 weightlifter (sorta) Damn that feels good again!
Oh and had a shitty work out in the soccer mom gym today. But more about that later, as well as the routines that are not logs, but more documentation of my progress.