Gregatron’s BodyBlog

So it’s been a year since I’ve posted new pictures, and for that I must
apologize.  A lot has happened in that year - I bought a house, my kid’s
growing up fast and keeping me on the run, I spent the whole winter working
close to 60 hours a week, the list goes on.  So what does a busy guy with
little time for cardio do in that situation?  Easy: lift as heavy as safely
possible!  And gain weight!  So consequently, are my pants a little tighter
in the waist?  Sure, but they’re even tighter in the thighs, so I’m not
complaining.  Consequently, the other day I looked at pics of myself from
not all that long ago and remarked at how skinny I was.  Naturally, I’m
eager to show off my gains now that I’ve got a little more time to do so,
but that requires shaving through a nigh-impenetrable layer of fur on my
torso (my hair’s really hard to cut, probably due to my diet).  I want to
try again, even if it means killing a couple of razors.  So stay tuned,
folks.

Fuel for the fire of rage, that is!!!  I needed some!
So apparently, my ex-girlfriend (who part of me still loves and part of me hates) is dating someone else now.  I’d be really peeved if she wasn’t all the way across the country living with a bunch of hippies, but as it is, it bothers me just enough to bother me.   So as I loaded up my barbell plates tonight, two words echoed:

SMASH.  HIPPIE.

SMASH.  HIPPIE.

SMASH.  HIPPIE.

SMASH.  HIPPIE.

SMASH.  HIPPIE.

On went the plates.  Up went the weight.  Again and again, until I was hard-pressed to get back upstairs afterwards.  Lather, rinse, repeat, and soon I may end up with 20" arms after all.  This is just the beginning…

(hell, maybe I should encourage her to fool around with the entire commune just to piss me off!)

It’s got a chip on it the size of an aircraft carrier as of late.  Some would say that serves as a motivating factor.  And I guess it does, as I try and try and try to get noticed. 

Idea: as the winter chill sets in, I stop shaving my body hair because I need the insulation and because obscuring the definition will make me work harder to see it.  Then when I shave again, bingo!

I realized the other day that my profile pic no longer looks like me.  There’s definition popping up all over the place where it’s never ever been before, and I gotta say I like it.  So I think I need to take some new pics again.  If my camera cooperates, maybe that’ll happen in the not too distant future.  Stay tuned!

Dammit, that means I have to shave again, don’t I?  What a pain…

I also realized recently just how important rest is to my body.  Not only do I need it to recover, but when I’m rested, I’m 110% more intense.  Gotta remember that and try not to do cardio too close to bedtime!!

I did indeed buzz off the fur.  I should have done so long ago, frankly… which doesn’t mean it won’t come back to keep me warm during the winter, but it’s so much nicer being able to see the progress I’m making in real time.  By then, hopefully I’ll be defined enough to show through my hirsuteness. 

Also, know what’s great?  Weighted pull-ups and chin-ups.  I like to do a set or two without the weight afterwards; I feel lighter than air when I do them!

…this is kind of exciting, isn’t it?  Torturing myself as hard as I can, then enjoying the results that unfold in the mirror over time?  Gives me something to look forward to.  People are really starting to notice that I’ve picked up the pace, and it feels pretty good.

But on to other topics…

To shave, or not to shave, that is the question… whether ’tis nobler to remain furry, or to deal with either the inconvenience of shaving all the damn time or constant itching and stubble when I don’t.  I feel like shaving my stomach would be like unwrapping a present before Christmas - it’s not quite ready yet!!  But I can certainly see and feel results already, so maybe I’m more ready than I realize?  Ahh, I’ll probably wait.

So I’ve been dieting and training more seriously for almost a month now, and all of a sudden I find I’m more vascular than I’ve been in years.  On top of that, last night as I looked in the mirror, it seems that if I move at a certain angle, you can kinda sorta almost see ab definition!  My clothes seem looser in the waist too… coincidence?  Surely!