It’s been an arduous journey so far. I’ld like to use this space to share what I’ve done, what I’m doing, what I’m planning, to recieve advice and critique, and perhaps offer my own if the occasion arises.
I weighed 225 pounds when I was twelve years old. I was a big boy. Today? I clocked in at 210. A foot taller as well. Now I wanna be a big guy. I already was, in a grotesque way, the second to last time I weighed myself I was about 400 pounds. After that, I was too fat for numbers - my electronic scale returning the word ERROR the last time I dared to check.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Thank God I decided to do something about it before I was beyond words - sighs of disgust, or barnyard braying, that’s where I was headed.
It took about two years of constant effort, drip by drip, to drop those 200+ pounds. For those of you who see this who are just beginning? Good luck. You’ll need it. If you want it, you can have it. But you owe. More than you know.
Because now I must begin the task of hammering this misshapen body into iron. My bones, my skin, they belong to a man twice my size. My joints don’t articulate like a normal human. At the moment, I look like a tailless t-rex toy that’s been microwaved for a few minutes - massive legs, a core that rivals Heracles, and itty-bitty arms. Big ass head to boot.
I started with a body that had never been tested physically - from what I can piece together I was somewhere around 70% body fat. I believe I’m around 15% now, though that was ten pounds ago, with inaccurate instruments.
I’ve been bloviating. The plan is to lock this in, I can’t stop here, there’s so much I’ve missed out on, still so much catching up to do. I’ve started with Starting Strength, as well as the Start Bodyweight program on off days. I practice martial arts for around 10 hours a week. I was running but that was something I did my first and only ex, and after she broke my heart I could barely manage a few hundred feet before breaking down into a blubbering mess. Time to quit this bitch-mode shit.
Sunday will be a day of rest - I’ll update my log with what I’ve done during the week, to keep myself accountable and consistent.
Baseline:
210 lbs
Squat: 185 (This and all other compound lifts at 5RM)
Deadlift: 185
Bench Press: 145
Press: 60
Current Calisthenics: jack-knife pull-ups/elbows-in push-ups/bent leg raises/inverted rows(legs elevated)/bench dips 1LE/diamond pike push-ups LE/beginner shrimps
Mile Time: ~9 minutes
My sticking point is upper-body, not only is it woefully underdeveloped, my left shoulder joint lacks any stability - my clavicle isn’t actually connected to my scapula on that side. I could go on, but this has already gone on long enough.
Lastly, thank you all (not just for reading this!) - lurking here for diet advice was always a great help, with folks like Gen. Stalin or Kaotic and others inspiring with their own logs. Wish me luck, and likewise to all of you.
I weighed 225 pounds when I was twelve years old. I was a big boy. Today? I clocked in at 210. A foot taller as well. Now I wanna be a big guy. I already was, in a grotesque way, the second to last time I weighed myself I was about 400 pounds. After that, I was too fat for numbers - my electronic scale returning the word ERROR the last time I dared to check.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Thank God I decided to do something about it before I was beyond words - sighs of disgust, or barnyard braying, that’s where I was headed.
It took about two years of constant effort, drip by drip, to drop those 200+ pounds. For those of you who see this who are just beginning? Good luck. You’ll need it. If you want it, you can have it. But you owe. More than you know.
Because now I must begin the task of hammering this misshapen body into iron. My bones, my skin, they belong to a man twice my size. My joints don’t articulate like a normal human. At the moment, I look like a tailless t-rex toy that’s been microwaved for a few minutes - massive legs, a core that rivals Heracles, and itty-bitty arms. Big ass head to boot.
I started with a body that had never been tested physically - from what I can piece together I was somewhere around 70% body fat. I believe I’m around 15% now, though that was ten pounds ago, with inaccurate instruments.
I’ve been bloviating. The plan is to lock this in, I can’t stop here, there’s so much I’ve missed out on, still so much catching up to do. I’ve started with Starting Strength, as well as the Start Bodyweight program on off days. I practice martial arts for around 10 hours a week. I was running but that was something I did my first and only ex, and after she broke my heart I could barely manage a few hundred feet before breaking down into a blubbering mess. Time to quit this bitch-mode shit.
Sunday will be a day of rest - I’ll update my log with what I’ve done during the week, to keep myself accountable and consistent.
Baseline:
210 lbs
Squat: 185 (This and all other compound lifts at 5RM)
Deadlift: 185
Bench Press: 145
Press: 60
Current Calisthenics: jack-knife pull-ups/elbows-in push-ups/bent leg raises/inverted rows(legs elevated)/bench dips 1LE/diamond pike push-ups LE/beginner shrimps
Mile Time: ~9 minutes
My sticking point is upper-body, not only is it woefully underdeveloped, my left shoulder joint lacks any stability - my clavicle isn’t actually connected to my scapula on that side. I could go on, but this has already gone on long enough.
Lastly, thank you all (not just for reading this!) - lurking here for diet advice was always a great help, with folks like Gen. Stalin or Kaotic and others inspiring with their own logs. Wish me luck, and likewise to all of you.
