Broccoli?
Oh, yeeeeaaaaaah!
Broccoli or Krispy Kremes? Gee, let me think about that. A black coffee or a frigging nice steamy venti vanilla latte? Thirty minutes on the Life Cycle or a double-cheese with pepperoni and mushroom pizza and BEER with friends? Decisions, decisions.
Seriously, I’m enjoying (well, almost) this whole food plan or managing my calories thang. Basically, I eat the same thing each day which makes counting the calories pretty simple. Breakfast is one cup of oatmeal and a cup of orange juice, lunch is a pack of peanutbutter crackers and a Nutri-grain bar, snack is a banana and a bottle of grapefruit juice, and dinner is typically a Healthy Choice frozen dinner. Tonight I opted for the last of my frozen broccoli with a goodly amount of McCormick’s parmesan herb thrown on top. I think I’m getting some chili powder next time I’m at the grocery. That’d pop my broccoli.
I’ve been consistent with my eating in the past few weeks. Might just creep back down to my high school weight of 155 lbs. I was 150 lbs. at 15 years of age. Wouldn’t that be an idiotic kick? Yes, to thirty years later have made absolutely NO cumulative bodybuilding progress? D’OH!
The first ten to 15 pounds that I gained after beginning to lift that plastic and concrete Sears adjustable weight set was all lean tissue. Since 165 lbs. and seventeen years of age to now, however, I believe there’s been a sea change or body composition shift to weaker and pudgier/blurrier. The defined pec line between my chest and my ribcage has been replaced by a blurrier less line-like demarcation. Not Good. And my waist has grown from 30" as a 15-year-old (yeah, I took measurements when I first started lifting with Arnold-like aspirations) even with my naturally wide hip structure, to a full-on Buddha-like 37" (allowing that gut to relaaaax).
My waist is down two inches and my weight has been two pounds lower each week. Hopefully all fat as I’ve been lifting three times a week with five sessions of cardio as well.
I feel a sense of accomplishment at maintaining the consistency of food intake and effort output (cardio and lifting). My Arnold dreams are just that. Hell, even Arnold has apparently bid farewell to that dream if you believe the images that can be found on the Internet of the 60-year-old Oak. Not sure I believe (or want to believe) his physique has changed that drastically. Anyway, I’ve put aside the 20-inch arms quest and am now focused on the Holy Grail of the ripped torso. :)
I was between 176 and 179 (possible dyslexia there?) when I looked in the mirror and said, "Woah. Blurry man begone!" Since I’ve actually been paying attention to the poundage, it’s gone like this:
8/22: 1329 (Wednesday a.m. bodyweight: 172 lbs.)
8/23: 1078
8/24: 1027
8/25: 1029
8/26: 1492
8/27: 1275
8/28: 1317
8/29: 1369 (Wednesday a.m. bodyweight: 170 lbs.)
8/30: 1224
8/31: 1473
9/01: 1428
9/02: 1263
9/03: 1349
9/04: 1400
9/05: 1139 (Wednesday a.m. bodyweight: 168 lbs.)
9/06: 1233
9/07: 1452
9/08: 1047
9/09: 1136
9/10: 1298
9/11: 1332
9/12: 1480 (Wednesday a.m. bodyweight: 163 lbs.)
