I like to think that I’m not really starting back at the gym, but really a month of fucking off has really created a gap in my ability to keep the weight off and the muscle on. I’m gonna try some things to tweak my weekly diet to drop some pounds fast but that has never worked before. Anyway I figured you, my internet public, have always kept me honest, and this is the only place I can really bare all and know you won’t judge me … oh wait, yes you will. Whatever, at least you’re kinder than the mirror. I’m realistic in that I’m not going to be showing “Chris style” abs in a week, but I intend on really trying hard to watch what I put in my mouf. Frankly I’m so sick of always saying I’m sick of being overweight and not doing anything about it. I need to take action. So like always, my body is a petri dish, and it’s time to get to experimenting. Like my dad always said, “nothing but being a pussy lasts forever, so quit being a pussy and try something different.” Or at least that’s what I could make out from in between throwing up his liver into the toilet and the sips he was taking from the vodka bottle. He’s the best! But anyway, I want to sit down and really work out the right way to lose weight, and stick to it. This was supposed to be a good year for me, at the gym and it’s turning out that I’ve been letting myself down.
Funny as it is, frankly these past few weeks, I have had little if any motivation to get my fat ass in the gym. I want/need the sleep, and when I do get to the office it’s easier to just shower than it is to walk the half a block to the gym. I need something, so kind of energy and right now I’m just not feeling it, I think I may consider picking up heavy lifting again. Not only does it motivate but I see real results, and right now the only results I see is my fat gut. I am going to work out a new deal for June, and I’m fucking serious! Ladies and gentlemen, it’s lifting season again!
Next week I leave for some time away, much needed time away. Though don’t get me wrong, I like both my life and job, I think I need some sleep. The kind of sleep you get when you know you don’t have to wake up ever if you don’t want. The weekends in the real world are not the reward the weekdays make them out to be. The reality is I long for the warmth of the sun on my face, the kind which fills you from your toes to the hair on your head, like a blanket when you ill, there is nothing better. The gym has been great, heavy lifting is my favorite but I need to let my bones rest, let all the distractions of everyday life fade into the background for a bit. I am very tired. When I return it is my intention to go full speed into cardio like I’ve never before, but right now I just want to sit and stare at the locals in a warm beachy place. I will do little if any blogging, but that should be expected. Peace out homies, if we don’t speak sooner, I’ll see you in the Ides of March.
So I spent the last 18 Business Days Lifting heavy, it was pretty intense: Benching 115 pound dumbbells, Curling 90 pound dumbbells, 810 pound calf raises, both standing and using the leg press machine. The challenge was nice, and next weekend I will take measurements to see if I’ve made any substantial changes in size. But as March is upon us, March Madness is around the corner, and it’s time to get back to cardio. The lifting was fun while it lasted, but my goals are still to lose some more weight, I really rejuvenated my desire by grabbing the gym by the balls, not I need to use this momentum to rocket me forward. I am taking a short vacation in March, and then I’m off to the races. Some times its easy to get overwhelmed by this shit, be it self pressure or work pressures, but the reality is that its in me. I’ve got to stand up and push through. I set some pretty tough goals for 2010, and though I’d like to say I still believe I can achieve them, I am right now not in the place I need to be. Like my father always said, “Cash, Grass or Ass … Put Out or Get Out.” And for some reason there is a chilling rationale behind those god damned creepy words. I got to make this happen, me an no one else.
So today I blasted shoulders and calves, and by blasted I mean, the guy next to me triped and busted up his shin watching my calf raises. This past week management has been in the office from out of the country so the build up to get sheet done has been extremely over powering my ability to chat it up with my loyal followers. I have been so busy I haven’t had much time to do much else, but today I got to sport my LV tie and cufflinks, which sincerely make me look like a pimp, and I don’t mind that so much. Anyway I wanted to cover the fact that though people, my wife, have noticed the effects of lifting season, LARGE GUNS, she’s commented on the adverse side effects BIG GUT, and though happy with the intended results I am not so much with the lesser desirable impact of these extra pounds. I’m on the fence about what I should do, should I cut Lifting Season early or just see it through to the end? At this point I’m planning on finishing out this week and depending on my weigh-in, maybe cutting my extra carb intake or adding some cardio to the mix … we will see. Anyway, keep lifting bitches!
Today’s workout was probably the best in over a month and half. I left feeling more pumped than I have in a long while and though honestly I didn’t want to leave I knew I needed to. It didn’t start out good, that is I didn’t want to wake up at 5 this morning and even while at the gym I started out slow. But half way through my 4th set of dips, I got energized. Next came curls and like Arnold said, it was buckets of elation, I’m paraphrasing of course. Anyway, I didn’t get much of the Game in yesterday, and I couldn’t really care less, without the Denver Broncos or Romanowski playing it’s just not the same game. I did make some fucking kick-ass chili and cornbread yesterday, it was sweet. I’m kinda siked also about next weekend, it’s Valentine’s day and my anniversary. I fucking love that day, I am hopelessly in love with love and I love my wife! In 3 weeks we’re going away for a while and it will be nice, sun and beach, a well deserved vacation from our hectic lives. It’s also my parent’s 25th anniversary, which is pretty kick ass. Anyway, I know not that many people read this shit so I’ll end it here, but onthe 1st of March, I’ll post before and after measurements this year’s ‘Lifting Season,’ hopefully I’ll have something to show for it.
It’s tough getting back into the grove of things with this back problem, but pushing through is what I do best. Today was shoulder and lower body day and though that entailed a large amount of bending, specifically with the shrug bar, I left the gym without any additional pain, so that is a victory. I did shrug 280 pounds plus about 60 with the bar, it was awesome. I know I’m lifting heavy this month and that means I’ll be gaining some muscle weight, and I’m alright with that, I try not to check the scale too often or get too over excited when I see heavier weight than I’m used to seeing but that’s how this muscle stuff works. I hope that by next Monday I’ll be at full capacity, and will have the next three weeks to really grow. No more excuses, this is the last month I’m doing this, so I got to make it count.
So it could not have happened at a worse time, I actually fell down a flight of stairs! That’s right, like a fucking idiot, I landed on the small of my back 3 times and slammed my head. Now of course I could sit at home and lick my wounds but this is Lifting Season Bitches, and there are no room for excuses! Though unfortunately I am not going to be able to push myself the next week as hard as I’d like to, but I’m no fucking quitter! Today I curled until my eyes bled and dipped until my spine tapped ‘SOS’ in Morris Code in my back, and that was just the beginning. I kind of feel this pain was attributed to someone telling me not to push heavy weights, dad, but proving people wrong is my anti-drug! Listen I didn’t kill my way to the top of the food chain to ride the sofa and allow the corporate lifestyle to suck the will of life out of me! I’m a shark, and I fight to the death, fuckers! But like my dad always said “If you find yourself in a room filled with predator’s, fuck the baddest one of them all. Make any man who stands in front of your goals your bitch.” Listen, 1 month of 2010 is over, I will never get that month back, but I can make the next 11 my months to succeed. So next time you see me, I’ll most likely be fucking the prom queen in the winner’s circle of your dreams and goals.
So I did it, today I pushed my guns to the limit and the shower was awesomely painful. That’s right I could barely lift my hands above my head to use soap. Even now, my arms are heaving out of breath, I can feel my heart beat in them, it was a great workout. Though sticking to my routine, I tried to not kill myself in heavy weight but take the heavy wait and work it as hard as I could. And though I’m not sure if it’s the bis or tris that really are killing me, my guns BURN like a motha!
So today was pretty sweet, I still haven’t found my thresholds yet, but that was the point of starting a week early. Strength wise I was able to put up 90 pound dumbbells on on both standard bench and incline, I dropped to 70s for the decline. My back needs a little more investigation because it is hard to isolate it’s strength, and my weak wrists cannot support my weight in pull-ups, so they give in before my back has the chance to. I see these people in the gym running from one machine to another, as if the machine might float away and I wonder why, I guess they are trying to keep their heart rate up, but this month, I’m taking it slow. Heavy lifting and slow concentrated efforts, critical to my ensuring I don’t hurt myself. Whenever I lift “heavy” its often easy and most times required to cheat, pushing weight that’s heavier than I’ve lifted before is a shock the body, but once I push through the mental limitations I find there’s no weight impossible to lift. Anyway, last night I got a little nostalgic for my Nintendo 64, and found the Wii has Mario Kart 64 on it, played about an hour and really rejuvenated my love for Video Games. Even got me thinking about the Denver Broncos, Romanowski and the FGB baby! Any way I leave you with this:
