I'm hungry. Hungry for progress. For a leaner, fitter, faster body. This burning desire is frustrating me so so so much right now, I can feel it edging through my veins. So raw.
The progress isn't coming fast enough. I want to go faster, but I can't. Inertia annoys me. But what can I do?
More protein, stricter diet, less carbs. FUCK. LETS DO THIS MOTHERFUCKER.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Day 35
I must have hit some form of Plateau. Perhaps it's perspective, but I don't seem to have noticed any changes in my body during the last week.
Must re-vamp diet, I suppose. Cut out sodium, and increase protein. Decrease water-bloat.
Perseverance. Consistency. Good God. I hope to be a better man because of this.
Must re-vamp diet, I suppose. Cut out sodium, and increase protein. Decrease water-bloat.
Perseverance. Consistency. Good God. I hope to be a better man because of this.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Day 22
Finding some time to post on this blog has been tough, to say the very least. Ambition and hope for the future have been swarming my thoughts for the last 2 weeks or so. Michael and I have started working on a little something that may, if consistency and effort prevails, prove to be quite profitable.
It also does not help that 30% of my thoughts are always directed to the physical transformation that I am undertaking. Counting calories, planning workouts, planning meals takes unprecedented effort. Ah, but not all is wasted; I have dropped 6 pounds and my physical images (which I try to take everyday, but fail quite often) have shown a gradual loss of fat. I am proud of my efforts thus far, but alas, not satisfied.
Tomorrow I find out my body fat percentage. I hope to dear god that I'm not losing too much muscle. Protein has been a bitch because meat preparation is a hassle to prepare and I find no time to prepare meals involving copious amounts of protein. This is probably due to my blatant lack of ability to organize my time. My room is cluttered and in a mess, and I still have not stored cleaned laundry completed (not by me, haha) two weeks ago. I'm a mess.
With my thoughts pre-occupied with other things, and as such my personal affairs are scrambled, I still find it amazing that I have the ability to go to the gym. Repetition breeds habit and as such I have this ingrained need to exercise every day. Save for my sole rest day, an infectious craving for endorphin release encompasses and despite the fact I know that I know I will struggle... I still want to do it.
Why?
It also does not help that 30% of my thoughts are always directed to the physical transformation that I am undertaking. Counting calories, planning workouts, planning meals takes unprecedented effort. Ah, but not all is wasted; I have dropped 6 pounds and my physical images (which I try to take everyday, but fail quite often) have shown a gradual loss of fat. I am proud of my efforts thus far, but alas, not satisfied.
Tomorrow I find out my body fat percentage. I hope to dear god that I'm not losing too much muscle. Protein has been a bitch because meat preparation is a hassle to prepare and I find no time to prepare meals involving copious amounts of protein. This is probably due to my blatant lack of ability to organize my time. My room is cluttered and in a mess, and I still have not stored cleaned laundry completed (not by me, haha) two weeks ago. I'm a mess.
With my thoughts pre-occupied with other things, and as such my personal affairs are scrambled, I still find it amazing that I have the ability to go to the gym. Repetition breeds habit and as such I have this ingrained need to exercise every day. Save for my sole rest day, an infectious craving for endorphin release encompasses and despite the fact I know that I know I will struggle... I still want to do it.
Why?
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Day 6
Intense workout today. High reps, High intensity, Low weight, cardio-pumping work out with little to no rest in between sets. CRAZY.
Felt a little wobbly whilst walking out of the gym, but that is to be expected. Walked to Key Foods after that to stock up on, in the words of Lino, nutricious and delicious food items. Walked all the way back to my apartment, around a mile, whilst lugging said groceries after that intense work out. I have not pushed my body to this limit in such a long time.
As such, I am exhausted. Doesn't help that I slept only about 6 hours last night. But that's all I need, I'm assuming? I don't even know at this point. But I know I can sleep for a long time, if need it be.
Searching for motivation through perusal of youtube and google searches. Seen many transformations (some incredible, some moderate, some delusional) and that keeps me going. The ideal aesthetic that I want to achieve is that of a lean tylerdurden-esque physique. I don't feel uncomfortable at all whilst looking at bodies of lean men, but of course someone browsing through my history would be a little suspicious.
Rest day tomorrow and week 1 is DONE. Ironically, my first rest day is on a Sunday. Genesis 2:2, KJV. "And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made."
I shall mold my body into that of a God's.
Felt a little wobbly whilst walking out of the gym, but that is to be expected. Walked to Key Foods after that to stock up on, in the words of Lino, nutricious and delicious food items. Walked all the way back to my apartment, around a mile, whilst lugging said groceries after that intense work out. I have not pushed my body to this limit in such a long time.
As such, I am exhausted. Doesn't help that I slept only about 6 hours last night. But that's all I need, I'm assuming? I don't even know at this point. But I know I can sleep for a long time, if need it be.
Searching for motivation through perusal of youtube and google searches. Seen many transformations (some incredible, some moderate, some delusional) and that keeps me going. The ideal aesthetic that I want to achieve is that of a lean tylerdurden-esque physique. I don't feel uncomfortable at all whilst looking at bodies of lean men, but of course someone browsing through my history would be a little suspicious.
Rest day tomorrow and week 1 is DONE. Ironically, my first rest day is on a Sunday. Genesis 2:2, KJV. "And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made."
I shall mold my body into that of a God's.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Day 3
I need to sleep more. Just climbing the stairs is taxing at this point. I hope the fruits of my success will pay off eventually. Hopefully.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Day 2
It is odd that I should start this blog with Day 2, instead of the usual Day 1.
In one of the rarer moments that I'm seated at my new desk, in my new room, I've decided to start a blog chronicling my pursuit for physical perfection. An interesting thought occurred to me, albeit possibly misinformed; the male archetype of physical perfection runs congruent amongst cultures and time.
Take Rodin's The Thinker, Michelangelo's David etc. and note that the aesthetic appeal of men since the dawn of modern western civilization has been constant. We are strong, fit and lean. Is this ideal expandable to cultures, other than traditionally western societies? Perhaps. I have yet to come across a culture that holds male obesity as aesthetic perfection.
I believe my quest for such perfection is not shallow in this sense. After all, the Ancient Greeks of the Socractic era often held high, though not often practiced, the virtue for both physical and mental perfection. Have I achieved mental perfection? My intellect is still growing, and I strive constantly on this basis. However, it is the physical arena where I lack.
As such, I have decided to train. My goals are still wishy-washy at best, but I know I want to be stronger, leaner, fitter, faster. The planning, the cooking, the eating, the working, the pain and the perseverance. Will it be worth it?
I've been coming across many 'inspirational' quotes as I troll forums for fitness advice. But amongst the sea of corny pablum, I found a gem. Though raw and brusque, I found it surprisingly effective. I can't quote it verbatim, but I believe my understanding of the quote was that the difference between mediocrity and excellence was pain and perseverance.
Thus, I will strive in this sense. I will document my daily progress like johnstonefitness.com. I will be taking pictures of myself each morning, after waking up. I will document what I eat, and hopefully what I weigh. And yes, my body fat percentage as well. It is my hope that when I succeed, all information here shall help others like me at my current stage.
And thus, begins my journal towards aesthetic glory.
In one of the rarer moments that I'm seated at my new desk, in my new room, I've decided to start a blog chronicling my pursuit for physical perfection. An interesting thought occurred to me, albeit possibly misinformed; the male archetype of physical perfection runs congruent amongst cultures and time.
Take Rodin's The Thinker, Michelangelo's David etc. and note that the aesthetic appeal of men since the dawn of modern western civilization has been constant. We are strong, fit and lean. Is this ideal expandable to cultures, other than traditionally western societies? Perhaps. I have yet to come across a culture that holds male obesity as aesthetic perfection.
I believe my quest for such perfection is not shallow in this sense. After all, the Ancient Greeks of the Socractic era often held high, though not often practiced, the virtue for both physical and mental perfection. Have I achieved mental perfection? My intellect is still growing, and I strive constantly on this basis. However, it is the physical arena where I lack.
As such, I have decided to train. My goals are still wishy-washy at best, but I know I want to be stronger, leaner, fitter, faster. The planning, the cooking, the eating, the working, the pain and the perseverance. Will it be worth it?
I've been coming across many 'inspirational' quotes as I troll forums for fitness advice. But amongst the sea of corny pablum, I found a gem. Though raw and brusque, I found it surprisingly effective. I can't quote it verbatim, but I believe my understanding of the quote was that the difference between mediocrity and excellence was pain and perseverance.
Thus, I will strive in this sense. I will document my daily progress like johnstonefitness.com. I will be taking pictures of myself each morning, after waking up. I will document what I eat, and hopefully what I weigh. And yes, my body fat percentage as well. It is my hope that when I succeed, all information here shall help others like me at my current stage.
And thus, begins my journal towards aesthetic glory.
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