A hare and a tortoise (A hard gainer’s long road to body sculpting)
Until I was 44 I had been an unhealthy and stressed out individual who never exercised let alone lifting weights.Needless to say my chest looked like a semi-transparent pancake on a grill (ribs)and my arms were the same size as my 5-yr old girl’s.The only thing big was my belly.A skinny man with a belly-what an aweful sight!I was so weak I couldn’t lift a 20kg suitcase and had to ask my wife to do it!
So enough was enough,I had to do something.It was do or die and I was glad I chose the former and then with great reluctance and embarassment I joined a gym.Progress was extremely slow and after 2 yrs I managed to look like an average man who NEVER worked out !Never mind I was stronger than I was(which was nt difficult) so let’s soldier on.One thing I was blessed with was my discipline so year in year out you would see me in the gym 4 times a week without fail.In the quest to get big I gorged myself with anything and everything called food and my wt ballooned to 155lbs (from 124)which at the time I thought was muscle .Yes 10% the rest was fat.I wish I could show you my "fat"pic which I could nt upload.By the way please take a look at my progress pics to get an idea.
The years rolled on and I was still at it 4 times a wk .I gradually learned more and more about the finer aspects of nutrition and was able to tailor -make the diet to suit my chosen physique type i.e.fitness v bodybuilding look and also to devise the workouts accordingly.
It has taken me 23 years to accomplish what I have attained.Some of you may scornfully say "Big Deal"but to me it really is.Being and looking fit means more to me than money and is something I’m proud of cos it was my own blood sweats and tears that went into it.
Lastly I’m sure you know the story of the hare and the tortoise the latter winning the race in the end.I am the tortoise. At 67 I also feel like a plant that blooms late,in full bloom at the moment,whereas those weird and wonderful early bloomers have irretrievably wilted.
March 11, 2009 at 11:20 am
I really felt like crying abit from you blog. It is the most emotion blog ever.
Because it too you long time to successed which kinda sometime resembles me in some ways in life.
Thanks for reminding there is hope
March 27, 2009 at 6:32 am
I, too, have often thought of myself as the tortoise. Let’s hear it for the tortoises!
March 29, 2009 at 6:20 pm
Your story is similar to mine, namely it took me until age 43 to finally get serious about working out and getting into some form of fit, after a lifetime of wishing to be fit. I only hope that at 67 I look as good as you do!
April 20, 2009 at 12:47 am
your a hero..bless u man