Being Confident, STAYING confident
Today was bizzarre. I went to the gym this morning, not feeling particulary great. I wanted to check my bodyfat this week so I can do an update, so I got the trainer to set up the scale( the one that checks bodyfat. I’m still not sure how to use it:(. I step on the scale, waiting for the % to pop up. 14.1% WTF!?!?! So we check it w/ the other machine( the one you grab w/ your hands) . 6.5% OK that makes more sense, I practiced my posing for a few minutes and noticed a vein running across my lower abdomen, something that doesn’t show up until about -10% BF. The trainer told me the scale was more accurate. WTF!?!?! He said I needed to eat a lot more to put on weight if I want to do a show. On my budget. Ha! Guess I’m screwed.(When I said budget he looked at me as if I had spoken an alien tongue) I guess proportion doesn’t count for anything. It’s all about mass, mass, mass; seems more like I’m going to be judged more by my wallet and appetite, rather than by my work ethic in the gym and commitment to overall health.
This was an utter mindf**K! Weeks of intense work, no change in BF%, 5lbs of muscle lost, according to that verdammte scale. Yet I’ve made significant strength gains, and every week it seems like I see more and more new cuts in my legs, while the existing ones get deeper. This didn’t make sense, yet I had to consider the scale was accurate. Maybe I was overtraining. Maybe all these new muscles are an illusion of my mind. I could hear a flushing sound. It was my confidence going down the toilet.
Then something else happened. There was this raven haired, perfectly tanned beauty, arms and delts carved of stone, completely DESTROYING the treadmill! When finally she stepped off, all that remained was a smoldering ruin of plastic and metal ! Against my usual nature of all buisness in the gym(and my overly shyness), I approached this bad-ass little female. Understand that in 7 weeks at my gym, I’ve never seen anyone like her there.
" Are you training for a competition? You look like you’re getting ready to go on stage." "No" she replied, smiling. " Just doing it to stay healthy and relieve stress." If you had seen her, you would make the same assumtion. We both went back to our workouts. Then I went to talk to her again during another rest some time later, made proper introductions to one another and talked for a few minutes. Looking back on it, I’m kinda flattered she gave me five minutes, which probably threw her off her groove. She seemed like the no-nonsense type of woman during a workout.
Then something else cool happened. This mastodon of a man, who is a regular there, made a comment about me. "You are one bad little man" Getting that kinda respect from the powerlifters is super cool. Yet all I could think of was 14% BF. WTF!!!
All in all, I left feeling not so great, worried about a million things, then decided to take a nap. A long one.
When I woke up, I went to bodyspace to update a couple things. Then I checked out some profiles, looking for new friends. Noticed some of these dudes were proportionaly like me. 6′3 180, 5′8 155, ect. Noticed that they were jacked like Spartan warriors! Felt a new surge of hope. I could do this. I didn’t need to spend a small fortune on supplements or eat a horse’s share. I have five months, I’ll keep working my ass off. I’ll eat right, get my rest, be positive, and come my first show, win or lose, I will SHINE!
May 22, 2008 at 7:13 pm
Those electronic devices are vaguely accurate for the average person. Persons with muscle cannot get an accurate reading from these devices.