Been exercising more and more, losing motivation and the whole nine. Still managing to keep the weight at a so-so level but not feeling that extra bump to go the whole nine yards. Now I’m about to enter the last 3 weeks of my program far from my way too ambitious goals. I want to drop a couple more kilos and not feel any meet hanging over my waist when I sit straight. Some things I need to stop if I’m going to take this to the next level.
- Alcohol all together
- Binging occasionally
- More exercise during weekdays
- Watch what I eat
There’s an evident pathology in the way I pursue my fitness goals. I’m always on a roller coaster ride either going generally up or generally down. The main problem is that I’m pretty much content with my current stats, feel a lot better and in generally better shape than I’ve been all year. The thing with really getting in shape is that you can never be satisfied with yourself. You need to be constantly pushing yourself until you put on more muscle or lose more fat. What’s more you can’t reward yourself for your efforts with more food. It gives me a whole new level of respect for these muscular pretty boy models. They must have a whole lot of will power to maintain something like that.
I’m going to have to get drastic starting this week and might have to take some extreme measures. I know I can’t starve myself to shed weight (because I just lose muscle and binge later) but I can’t eat the typical fare either. We’ll have to see.
Day three was relapse city. It all started well with the usual calisthenics and such. Of course, the harried morning meant no cardio (again), reminding me that I need to set morning priorities during the weekday as I really don’t have too much time before I have to make the dreaded commute. I do skip the bus ride to the nearest station for some walking, which is acceptable.
As usual, I had a modest lunch, a couple bite-sized snacks and salad at more or less hourly intervals. However, by the time I headed home I was tired, exhausted and looking for some escape. Of course, brilliant ideas come to me at moments like this so I decided to buy some Jack Daniels on the way home since it would surely have less carbs than beer so I ended up downing a small bottle (200 ml) while watching a movie and ended up eating a couple pieces of chocolate and grapes. Alcohol + oppression = triumphant release = regret.
So, I think I’ll just give up abstaining and go for moderation.
Temptations. Vices become all the more enticing when you can’t indulge in them. Don’t know if it was the heavy reading the night before but I couldn’t wake up and ended up sleeping in. No cardio as planned. Managed to sneak in a couple pull ups and squats before heading out to work. Drank copious amounts of water at home and work. Seems to be releasing me from water retention, at least I feel less bloated.
Lunch was the same kind of sandwich of a different variety. By 2PM I was desperate for food that I bought a little salad at the local convenience store and chewed on that VERY slowly to savor every moment. On the way home I drank some tea laced with Japanese potato wine and chewed on dried fish. It was a subdued moment of pleasure as I usually chomped on potato chips whilst drinking beer. Those were good times.
Did a couple more pull ups and other forms of exercise when I got home. Fell asleep on the train while trying to read though. Only day 2 of the journey. This is going to be rocky.
Body Weight 67.1kg 16.4% fat
Woke up today on day one, technically it could be day 10, who cares. This is where I start documenting. First thing I did was drink a tall glass of filtered water. They say that drinking plenty of water helps keep your appetite in check. Yesterday’s rigorous elliptical machine cardiovascular workout had satiated my need for any such exercise today so I rested. Instead I did 2 sets of 7 pull ups.
Body Weight 67.2kg 14.5% Fat
I arrived at work and proceeded to drink even more water. They say that drinking plenty of water helps keep your appetite in check. Oddly, I felt like tearing the wall out by noon. At a small sandwich instead. Ate it with cold, black coffee, the kind they sell in small cans over here.
Read an entire book on the train to and back from work with a little lunch time thrown in. Got home and ate some fermented beans with hot sauce (for extra burn). Calories should be at a deficit.
So this is how the journey begins. Will probably do some more pull ups or dips or something before bed.