Every time I have to sort of breathe through my fullness, I think about retaking the pic. I was up a couple of pounds from the pic I posted yesterday, back down one today.
We’ve got a two day feast starting tomorrow, then we’re hosting a NYE party, so will undoubtedly eat poorly both on the night of and the hungover day after.
If I go up more than 2 lbs, I’ll take a new pic.
Fucking holidays, man. I love chocolate chip shortbread.
I’ve got this vision running through my head of me designing some CyberDyne-esque program.
Tweaked beyond perfection.
Hill sprints till I puke. Squatting and deading, chalk flying everywhere as I never, ever miss a lift. Running through forests, constructing a Rolls Royce of an aerobic base
Revealing some drop dead shred of a physique.
Then waking up to the reality of descending into some sleep deprived clusterfuck of a binge eating session by the end of week one.
Chin resting on my knees as I wash away the pain in the shower having failed another T-ransformation challenge
I just don’t know if I can take another failure. I am torn between this and the Secret Santa thing we had in the other thread. Basically I’m lost and don’t know what the hell to do.
The failure isn’t in missing the win, though. Not winning /= losing. You know that, right? I’m not going to pressure you to participate, I think it’s much easier for men to throw pics up looking “like a bag of pudding” (lol, thanks for the visual, @SkyzykS). But it’s a win already that you care enough about yourself to consider doing it.
Also, at a certain age, there’s a win in holding the line. I’m not sure you’re at that age yet. I certainly am. But “not failing” is relative.
What the hell, why not? I don’t have any ideas right now. I’m braindead
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I know there aren’t supposed to be a lot of stipulations for the Secret Santa but a few things may apply. First and foremost I’m old and lazy, not very smart, my attention span is only good for about three months, and have access to basic equipment but not a lot of specialty stuff. The goal is the same as it always has been. Bigger, stronger, leaner.
I’m really hoping I can actually pull it off this year. I’ve thrown three kids into my existing 65 hour work week, with travel, but just means less time to eat.
Starting this comp waaaaay lower than previous years. I’m weighing 210 right now (last year was 230).
So we were talking in another thread about just having someone else pick a program for you - say 12 weeks long - to get you out of your own way, so to speak.