So, that’s a bit of an issue. 3kgs over the weight I want to be for the meet in a week. Garth and Jerimiah don’t want me to do any cutting …and to be fair; I should have been a bit more controlled before, but it is what it is and I don’t want to abuse myself over it. There’s enough going on with a first meet that some compassion is in order as well. There’s that theme again.
Anyway, in looking at cutting (not gonna but was …) there was some stuff that I divited I CAN do that will move me closer without undue pressure. And just cause I won’t make it is no reason to give up, either. I am just not ramping up to crazy.
So here’s the plan;
I’m going to swap out my 2-3 a day fruits for veggies.
I’m going to replace one of the 2 daily yogurt with chicken.
I might try to cut water (reduce sodium and drink more until Wednesday and then taper…but will see what Jerimiah says about that.
I am visiting Montreal this week… and went into our local office after a client visit, and Immediately ran into someone I trained on Project Management – in a 3 day session in Oct 2014.
She was like “Woah! Look at you, blah, blah….”. And reminded me that when I trained them, I had talked about adult learning, and how I had just joined a gym and was having to hold someones hand in order to squat, or I’d fall over. I guess I used it as an analogy to some other topic in the sessions.
Anyway, I was 35# heavier then. And probably walking with a bit more swagger now. 🙂 ……And she said … “I guess you figured it out . ”
I don’t know how that warrants a full post, but it does. I have been like “I feel great. I love gym on Friday. Wow, I feel pumped. blah blah blah .” So…. either I am having a bit of a moment…. or there’s something to this Friday thing. It’s happened before, so I am going with the latter.
It’s been a few weeks since I have written. It’s weird; I enjoy it, and yet when I stopped for a bit (some business travel had me busy), it was not something I craved to get back to. I was worried that the same may happen to the gym. That I might have lost the love for it.
As it happens, I didn’t. Friday was tough: struggled with everything. Saturday was better. And today, while not a heavy weight day, felt like old times. Back in the saddle. Add whatever euphemism here. I really missed it. And it’s so good to be back.
We tested squats and deads today. Did squat testing Saturday too, but we shall not discuss it.
Anyway: Jerimiah let me try his knee sleeves. And it felt really good. 155# squat, but here’s the good part: TO DEPTH!!! Needless to say: I just bought a pair.
And deadlift: 185#.
Add that up to Bench from a week ago, and we are at 450#. 52# off his BAM (bare-ass-minimum) for the July 9th meet. You’ll notice I switched from we/our to HIS on that one. I think he has a bit of over optimism there. Anyway…. it’s closer than I thought I’d be by now, so… maybe the truth is somewhere in the middle, as usual.
Testing again Wednesday, and then I travel and am gymless for 2 weeks!
Yesterday we tested bench and squats. A difficult 105# and a failed 135#. I can’t get depth. Anyway, the real point is that while I can’t be happy about the outcome….I was happy. Just… Happy. Endorphins. Knowing I did something for me. Whatever. But the result was not just because of the result (if you follow).
Anyway, then we went to move my mom into the retirement home. The results, at least to our target, were good. She’s set up. And yet we had a really horrible day.
Feeling all of the feels … And they all seem illogical. But they aren’t. My “why” for the retirement home set up is the desire to see my mom happy and safe. And while we did the tasks, the “why” is open. Safe, but not happy. It will come, tho.
My “why” for lifting is not just to lift heavy shit. That’s the task equivalent. The “why” is to challenge myself, push my boundaries, learn more about how I work , invest in my well-being and to demand progress of myself.
So you can’t judge success by checking off the tasks. And if you try, you’ll may be left thinking that you should feel differently than you do …..to have accomplished what you planned but remain unsatisfied. And that would be the saddest success of all.