Last week, I had some time to think about stuff while I was on vacation with the family.
I decided that the whole competition thing is not for me right now. It’s still something I may want to try in the future, who knows. But right now, the forces that drive and motivate me are not really aligned with the type of motivation I think I’d need to see a “prep” all the way through.
Although the “competition mindset” gave me a little boost for a few weeks, the decision to embrace the things that have really been working for me for the past ten months or so felt extremely liberating.
And since liberation is very similar to libation, I decided to celebrate my decision by partying my ass off this weekend.
To protect against the potentially physique-ravaging effects of the alcohol consumption, I added in shitloads of food yesterday. My wife made chocolate chip cookies for my niece’s birthday party - I think I had 7 of those. I also had a pile of chicken salad and who knows what else. I probably put away about 6,000 calories worth of food and beverage on Sunday, maybe 4,500 on Saturday.
My weight was 190.8 this morning, so at least it won’t take an entire week to get me back to where I left off.
So where did I leave off? Where does this leave me? What’s the plan?
The plan is to
- Just. Keep. Lifting.
- Get a little leaner.
As far as the diet goes, I will continue to experiment with different tweaks so that I can keep getting leaner while avoiding deprivation or getting too crazy with restrictive behaviors.
Part of the life-long learning process here is to look at elements of my daily and weekly rhythm of life and plug these different dietary tactics in so that everything flows together easily.
For example, if I look back and see that out of the past 1,040 weekends of my life, I have enjoyed a little too much food and drink on 1,025 of them…well, then maybe that’s not something I should look to drastically change.
I can, however, make small tweaks to allow myself to fall into my normal social rhythms and habits (even if some of them are not perfectly productive ones) while slightly reducing the negative impact they may have. I’m not so concerned about the impact of weekends on my leanness - I think it’s more about making sure shitty habits don’t carry over into the week and also just minimizing some of the health damage. Sure, you can have your fifteen drinks in one night and still have abs on Monday, but that shit can’t be good for your liver and heart over time. Again - it’s about finding a way to turn the 15-drink and 6,000 calorie binge into an 8-drink, 3,500 calorie day. I’ve actually been pretty good at that. I used to party my ass off in my 20s and 30s. Even though I’ll still blow it out once in a while, I rarely go out and get stupid hammered anymore.
Anyway, another thing I seem to be pretty good at is executing my damage control protocol after the weekends. It’s never a psychological struggle for me to throw in some really low days early in the week, so I plan to keep that going and maybe look at ways to even further optimize those tactics. Today, for example, I’m doing kind of a pulse-feast approach where I’ll keep my carbs as low as I can for as long as I can throughout the day. If I wake up tomorrow at less than 189, I can go back to my normal macros on Tuesday. If I’m still fluffy, I can throw in another low day or even two. But right now I’m already not fluffy, so this week should be easy.
Within my normal days, I plan to stick to what has been working, which is kind of a bi-phasic approach to carbs. If I am feeling on the lean and flat side, I’ll blast some carbs intraworkout (I am a first-thing-in-the-morning trainer), then keep things fairly low throughout the day, and then blast more carbs at night to QS my levels up to my macro goals for the day. I try to divide protein up throughout the day, but I really feel like I keep coming back to this place where I feel best at the lower end of protein intake. I’d say 170 grams, or roughly 1g/pound LBM. Fat intake above 60g/day does not seem to offer me any benefit, while keeping it low seems to force me to eat “clean” and allows me to blast more carbs. I’ll continue to shoot for this goal.
For training, I will probably continue to pair low intake days (no carbs intra) with training sessions that focus more on glycogen depletion, conditioning, body-weight movements, and lots of DB swings and floor work and stuff.
On days where I blast the carbs intra, I’ll probably focus more on pump workouts where I’m targeting one or two general muscle groups. The thought of competing in physique really had me focused on chest development, but I’m not sure if I’ll continue down that path or not. I think it’s fun and challenging to bring up specific body parts, but personally, I need to pause and ask why. Whose criteria am I trying to meet? Under what exact conditions does it really “pay off” to have more pec development?
Some people are wired to feel like they need to do the things they suck at in order to get better. I totally understand this approach, but it’s not how I’m wired at all. I will basically do anything it takes to make life easier and more enjoyable. It wasn’t until I started embracing this that I started to really love my time in the gym the same way I love the joy of crushing topspin forehands.
As far as “results” go, well…I’ve never looked or felt better in my life. How would I look on stage compared to other people? Apples to oranges…it doesn’t really matter. These guys are training for a certain look and for a certain purpose. I am dancing with pink dumbbells, dancing with my jump rope, hitting golf balls, crushing big serves and forehands, and generally kicking all sorts of ass in a never-ending competition against the guy I was yesterday. I’m feeling the same type of joy I see in my 7-year-old daughter after her very first “dive” off the diving board.
(For the record, the dumbbells aren’t really pink and I would NEVER curl in the squat rack)