Hi and welcome to therapy!
Therapy? Exactly! My therapy! This blog’s purpose is for me to post my progress in getting back in shape on the internet, to share my great success or my damnable failures with whomever likes to read this.
Now I wouldn’t blame you for asking yourself “What the f*cking hell is he talking about?!” but to keep you from cursing my name, let me give you a little prelude to this blog.
The Prelude
Last week I went to a physical examination, I was helping out a friend who is gonna get her medical doctor licence and thus is currently working on her doctorate thesis. Willingly I accepted to be the guinea pig for her weird experiments – it wasn’t exactly the anal probe kind of weird, but… well pretty close I’d say. After getting strapped on to a chair, being hung upside down, having my vision and partly my auricular senses blocked I eventually lost any notion of time or space (after this experience I am finally convinced, that Gitmo is not the Disneyland of prisons). Apart from being completely sweatty, I felt kinda confindent – I managed to cheat my way through all the questions during the examination (There was no right or wrong in the test but still I desperately wanted to win!) and I felt a cozy dizzyness in my body. Last thing to be done was the weighing and measuring.
“How much do you weigh?”
-“Well dunno I guess about 210lb, I mean it’s winter I always gain a bit during winter” Last time I had weighed myself was in summer, I was living alone in Paris doing cardio 3 times a week on a treadmill for half an hour plus 2hrs of Jeet Kune Do on Mondays and Fridays, eating healthy food only. Back in the day I put 205lb on the scale, which is actually quite good for a 6.2ft guy with bigger frame. Since then I completely reversed my work-out and nutrition schedule – I started lifting heavy weights gaining a lot of muscle mass and eating dads cooking… gaining pure bodyfat!
But hey, that should not have changed a lot… right?
“Alright you were a tiny lil bit off. You weigh 235lb…”
-”Impossible! 235 my ass!”
Yeah, my ass! That’s were the whole mess probably stems from. I kinda went bang in that moment! See, I was always the athletic guy in my family – always engaging in sports, running, whatever I was doing at the moment… when somebody offered me to go for a jogg I was putting on my running shoes the next second! And now due to uncontrolled heavy weight lifting, almost no cardio and eating pretty much whatever (that excludes junk food – never liked that stuff) I became the king of chubbyland (possible dramatizations are volitional).
The first thing I did when I came home: I put on my running shoes and went for a 4 mile run around lake Grunewald.
Second thing: Scheduled my week. Mo, Wed, Fri and Sun are my official sport days again.
Third thing: Drew up a list of good food & beverages and bad food & beverages. No alcohol for 1 month (let’s stay realistic here folks -hell, I got a social life too you know). No meat except for poultry and fish. Ah and before I forget: No occasional titibits from the Haagen Dasz jar.
Fourth thing: Set up goals! Within 6 months I want to go from John Candy to Leonidas.
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From “fat ass” to “bad ass” so to speak!
Fith thing: Set up a blog and document my week and how I have been holding up with my plan. Important thing here is: If I cheat on you, I cheat on me! So I will try to be as honest as I can be about my progress.
Thank you for your interest and I will soon post a more detailed schedule and a list of my physical activities on this blog.
Watch out
FJVolpe