This past summer, my brother finally convinced me to tag along to this event they call "The Superbowl of Volleyball." Not only is it one of the higher caliber volleyball tournaments you're likely to see -- it also happens to take place at a nudist colony. And, yes, the competitors, and spectators, are all nude. What's more, unlike the majority of nudist activities, the participants in this tournament are young, sexy, and fit. People at the utter peak of physical prowess. Well, gee, something about my flabby ass rubbing elbows (does an ass have elbows??) with an interminable, objectively inarguable pantheon of Greek gods and goddesses made me want to get in shape myself.
When I was a teenager and my metabolism was at its lightning peak, I unfortunately had a lot of teen crap to work through and I didn't have the luxury of working out. But as an adult now, it occurs to me most glaringly that I fully possess: 1) the time to work out, 2) the resources required to work out, and 3) the energy and physical ability to work out. The one and only variable is whether I have the dedication to succeed at bodybuilding. And, heck, that's the only variable I actually have any control over. So when I looked at it that way, it became clear that I owe it to myself to start sculpting my frame, because literally all I needed was the resolve to do it.
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| The Superbowl of Volleyball is an annual, family friendly event held by the White Thorn Lodge. |
But it wasn't until this girl, who honestly I've liked for a couple years now; she started showing some interest in me and that provided the incomparable stimulus to really kick my exercise into high gear. It's essentially what carried me through that difficult period between a short-term habit and a long-term one, it carried me from the 3 or 4 week marker to the 'two months and counting' bench post. Ultimately, things with the lady didn't pan out the way I would have hoped. But...... realistically speaking, the gift of sustainable fitness is probably more valuable than whatever longer term relationship we would have had anyway (no matter how awesome it would have been, and owing to the fact that the vast majority of relationships don't ultimately result in marriage/lifemating.)
Looking back at some finite dates, I've been doing serious exercising for about 3 and a half months already. And to my great chagrin, it's really worked. I haven't gained much muscle, but I've slimmed down. In September I was at an unsavory 36-inch waist. Today I'm down to 30 and I'm fitting in pants from when I was 20 years old! There's pretty much nothing I'd rather have on my body than a flat stomach. And getting to this point was pretty easy, honestly. I guess I just had the dedication this time. I'm someone with a 'sweet tooth' ten miles wide, so all I really had to do to lose this weight was 1) cut out 99% of my illustrious intake of candy & sweets, 2) exercise 4 or 5 days a week (starting at about a half hour per, increasing to 1 & 1/2), and 3) skip a few meals a week (not in an anorexic way, more like "do I need that second helping of pizza at 10am after I just ate at 5am?")
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| Magneto's like 80 years old and he could win Mr. Universe! |
Phase Two
Now that I've lost the weight and slimmed down, the complicated part begins. I've tried this stuff before and I've never been able to build muscle, because I don't know anything about bodybuilding. Things like diet, what kind of exercises to do in what configuration, I've always just winged those and as a result I've never been successful. But I got a handy little book, in fact it's considered the Bible of bodybuilding, it's Arnold Schwarzenegger's Encyclopedia of Modern Bodybuilding. It's an enormous book and I'm working my way through it but I've already been able to gleam some essential facts on what kind of diet to create and how to maximize the results of my workouts.
One thing I'm going to have to do now, is eat a lot. I appear to be relatively "ectomorphic" despite certain problems with my waistline, which means to build muscle I'm going to have to pack on the calories. Ideally these will be good calories, from lean protein, vegetables and whole grains. But even so, I'm very afraid that instead of bulking up, I'm just going to bulk out and lose all the training I've done over the last three & a half months. I want to keep my flat stomach!! I'm terrified of what this phase 2 will hold. But... in the end... I can take solace in the fact that -- yeah, it wasn't that hard to lose the weight to begin with. If I fail to sculpt the haughty physique of a comic book hero (or in my case, villain), I can always go back, redo what I've done up to this current point, and at least I can be legitimately thin.
We shall see. And I'll get back to you when the results are in.
As a final aside: If you're wondering why Entry #1 starts with Phase 2, well, it's easy to get a lot of enthusiasm for something, for a short period of time. It's easy to tell yourself "I'm gonna train hard and get in shape," for a day, or a week. It's hard to say that and actually do something about it, it's even harder to keep doing something about it for months. In my experience, the kind of projects where your first step is to start a blog, aren't the kind of projects you're going to follow through with. Unless of course your goal is blogging itself, it's generally more effective to put that effort and mind power into starting the project and then leaving the blog until after you've made some serious progress. It's also a lot less embarrassing to start from a place of proven dedication, rather than gushing about a dream project and then falling flat on your face in the execution. I've done the latter so many times, I figured I'd err on the side of caution this time.
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| They have this thing called "Thinspiration" to inspire people on a diet. But what do you call it when you're being inspired to lift? Rippedspiration? |
