Fit girls rock, yep.
Is it me, or are Fit girls not the best thing evah? Well, fit girls shooting guns naked is probably the best thing ever, but we all have our things. If any of these pics are yours and you don’t want them posted, let me know and I’ll take them down or buy you lunch. /brex
It’s been awhile since I posted on my glacial body transformation from stonefatty to … er … less of a stonefatty.
For more than two months, I’ve been grinding on Starting Strength and a modified diet, as well as a startling amount of vitamins, supplements and pills of dubious effect (see also: Hydroxycut Extreme etc). I’ve been chugging protein shakes to meet my need of 187 g of protein (my lean body mass is 187, so – broscience, duh – I need about 187 g of protein).
This is an interesting piece about what various ideals are regarding the male physique, including notes on the Grecian ideal. Calculators included – enjoy.
My fitness is coming alone nicely. I started from rock bottom and am now deadlifting more than my bodyweight, I’m almost squatting my bodyweight, and as usual, my bench is lagging (currently working out at 145, about 60 percent of my bodyweight). I’m happy with my moderate gains, and my giant gut is much, much smaller, so there’s that.
A few weeks back I wrote about my umpteenth attempt to get this sad, sad body into shape. Like most middle aged people who attempt to get into shape, I’m doing so for one of the following reasons:
…this suffices for me.
When I completed my time playing football, I vowed I’d never work out again – specifically, I’d never lift weights.
I’ve read a couple of preposterously pessimistic commentaries from Londoners about the Olympic Games, preposterously pessimistic in that they’re not nearly pessimistic enough. For reasons I still can’t fathom, London has bid for years to get the Olympic Games, and it finally got its wish, and will play host to the 2012 games late this summer. Like most places outside of The United States and The Land’o China that idiotically vie to host an Olympics, London will be left bankrupt and more than a bit embarrassed by the fiasco.
It’s been awhile, but I’m trying to motivate…