I AM PISSED…
…mostly at myself.
Today was to be day one of a new, very advanced and very aggressive phase of my training. Day one of my PROGRAM! It’s the kind of stuff that requires relentless commitment and 100% compliance. I was excited, and charged, and ready to give 'er s##t.
I blew it. Through a combination of lousy circumstances out of my control, and less-than-excellent management of circumstances that were under my control, I blew it.
Training was 100%. Honest to God, I can actually put my hand on my heart and say that today I trained at 100%. That’s not a statement I make lightly, and I take a lot of pride in it. Today I did everything I could possibly have done in the gym.
In the kitchen I probably got 50%. I didn’t go hog wild on carbs, sweets, or calories over Thanksgiving. But all the advanced nutrition from my coach didn’t happen. I held on to the basics, but the high-end stuff went out the window. WHY? Because being a great son, great husband, and great dad had to come first. Which meant being a great bodybuilder came a distant fourth. Which means if I’m actually serious about being any kind of bodybuilder AT ALL, I have to manage this with world-class acuity and organization.
My excuses… some of them are even good:
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I had to run 3 solid weeks of safety meetings all-day every day which wiped me out.
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Right after that I went on a week 12-hour shifts for maintenance work at my plant. This left me precious little time for anything after work, including wife and kids…
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Right after that I jumped ino the car to travel 6 hours to join my wife and kids for Thanksgiving with my mom and MIL. For the next three days I was on someone else’s turf, someone else’s kitchen…
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In the midst of all that I’m trying to execute a new training and diet program, vastly different from my old ones.
Talk about setting myself up for failure.
I am not looking for validation, or sympathy, or comfort, or to be told I did my best. I am not looking for anybody to tell me I’m wonderful.
I need to vent. I am angry. I was unable to execute, and as a consequence blew the first day of my commitment to myself.
Things will have to improve. And the thing that still causes me greatest frustratration is that I can’t even make a fresh start tomorrow. I have to grit my teeth through another day of sloppy execution, and then scramble on day 3 to make things better. What a ridiculous gong show.
I will do better. I’ll let anger drive me. I’ll take comfort knowing I got an exceptional workout, and passable nutrition under my belt. Tomorrow I’ll likely be facing the same. Wednesday, I can start claiming victories.