Starting form scratch and them some
The dream started in Afghanistan, but I didn’t exactly make it. Although I constantly check my body space page thinking something is going to change nothing really has. When I returned at the end of May, everyone said I had gotten bigger than I was before I left, but I felt I was lacking in the slim department. After that, I let my self go even further.
For the following three months I did absolutely nothing. I think they try to call it decompressing from all the stresses one might find in a hostile country. I called it eating a lot of real food and excessively drinking with friends for my homecoming. Stupidity, once again overwhelms me. After bouncing around three different units and then landing right back into one that I’d already been to, without receiving a warm welcoming, they bluntly pointed out that I’d gotten fat. "NO ****!!!!"
Weighing in at a morbidly obese weight for the Marine Corps, 234 pounds. At 72 inches tall, I have a max weight of 202 pounds. I haven’t seen that weight since seventh grade. I was a chunky dunker back in the day. So I got my self into a little hot water, but they gave me about a month to get out of it. Which I did. Thankfully, the MC has a taping system (which is not at all accurate) which i passed.
Going from 234 to 207 in three and a half weeks isn’t easy, but it got me past what I need to get past. After a lot of eight mile runs, no lifting what so ever and nothing but vegetables and water, I managed to get to an unsatisfied weight according to my superiors and thus for was forced to start rubbing faces into the dirt. After a half hour ass chewing two days before my weigh-in, I was compelled to send a big "**** you" message to an un-named person who told me that I wasn’t trying hard enough and that he couldn’t help me anymore because I wasn’t putting forth any effort. Obviously, this person doesn’t understand water weight and how easily it can fluctuate.
The Break Down,
Saturday - 215 Lbs.
Sunday - 214 Lbs.
Monday - 223 Lbs. (and a lot off ass chewing)
Tuesday - 218 Lbs. (more ass chewing)
Wednesday and the day of the official weigh-in
207 Lbs. (no faith and a sauna suit works wonders)
Anyways, the gist of this rambling is that I think it’s time for a new start. I can build muscle very easily. It’s genetics for me. But at the same time, it’s harder to lose those unwanted inches. I think I’m going to take the toning approach for once and see how it goes. Once I can master this, then I think I’ll go for the massive approach.
For now, I’m currently working off of one of fitnesspoynters workouts. It’s day two and I feel compelled to take photos since all the photo I have from Afghanistan are pretty much out dated. I don’t know if I’m going to see any changes since I’m back to being loaded up on water, but maybe just maybe there’ll be a difference. I know I’m not at 207 Lbs. anymore since I was absolutely dehydrated at the time, but hopefully I won’t be back at 234 Lbs.
Wish me luck and hope to see more positive posts in the future.
