Now that I’ve remembered to actually charge the damned thing *and* bring it to the gym the last few times, I’m really happy to have my own music on board while training. I believe the recent articles saying that it improves intensity. At least it does when you’re rocking things that make you move.
A Current Sample of the Mix:
I was at my parents’ house and found myself with control of the television for a moment. This is dangerous. So, I saw the last part of some show where Public Enemy’s Flava Flav is dating Brigette Nielson (aieeeee!), but then it went into a show called Celebrity Fit Club.
There’s not much reference for me, here. I don’t watch TV, so I didn’t know this thing existed. I guess it’s the celebrity version of The Biggest Loser. Which, hey, if I’m only going to watch one episode of a show, I might as well watch a bunch of neary famous fatsos instead of the average ones, right? (shrug). This show has the Fat Baldwin (Danny), Mia Tyler (Liv’s sis and Steven’s kid), Wendy from Snapple (who’s the nicest lady the world ever made), and uh… well, a bunch of oh! Biz Markie (Youuuuuu, you got what I neeeeeed…). Remember him?
Oh, did I mention I did 3 chinups in a row yesterday? And, just because I was feeling cocky, I did 1 pullup, too. (Definitely harder, so that’s the next progression). I credit using negatives to get me to that level. Doing a negative means getting up on the bar, standing where I’d be at the top of a chin-up, and then slowly (SLOWLY!) lowering yourself back down to the beginning of the motion. Ever since starting this effort, I’ve done 15-20 negatives in between the few positives I’ve managed to get out. I feel the more work I do with negatives, the better my success.
More neato news. For the first time since somewhere in high school, My weight is in the 220s. 229 to be specific, so let’s not get crazy, but hey. That’s the first 22X I’ve seen on the scale since Poison, Cinderella, Ratt, and Bon Jovi topped the Billboard charts. Of course, this still means a hell of a lot of hard work between me and that 210 interim goal. This also doesn’t mention the slip back upwards to 234 and the subsequent scissorfight to get the weight back down again.
I just read this huge but interesting article about when a bunch of professional food people (critics and stuff) followed the new US guidelines for eating for a few weeks. It’s pretty interesting once you read all the way to the end (it’s a LONG article, though).
However, I was struck by the fact they seemed a bit like whiners. Maybe that’s really what the non-fitness-focused world thinks of the healthy eating set. No, here’s what I think it is: I think the guidelines must still be flawed, in that they don’t explain enough of the thinking behind HOW to eat. Know what I mean? It’s not just what you have to put in. That’s like saying it’s easy to make lobster bisque. Just throw that stuff in a pan and put it in the oven.
I worked 3rd shift last night, and am in the office today, so I missed the gym in the middle. I’m going to hit it around lunch time, and see how that goes. Thankfully, this is a fairly non-technical lifting workout. I’ve got some deadlifts with dumbells, and some squats, but nothing where my lack of sleep will have me dropping a bar on my head.
Last night, I read a book by a woman who’s a certified personal trainer in my town. It was pretty good stuff. There weren’t any “oh WOW!” moments to the reading, but that’s sometimes a nice feeling, too. It’s like you actually feel knowledgable about something when you see someone else’s advice matches what you’re already doing. I liked the writing style, and it gave me some ideas as to what I *don’t* want to do with my stuff. Essentially, you guys were all right. I should do a memoir style instead of a “how to” style.
Kat’s really cool. She says, “Why don’t you sell your XBox and buy those rings you want with the money?” Smart, eh? I normally don’t think this way. (Which is part of why I have problems with money.)
I hit the gym today and did some of the stuff I missed from yesterday. I focused on my triceps mostly, doing several vertical dips at one of the ab stations. (You know those things people rest their elbows on, and then bring their legs up and down? Well, that’s where you can do dips, too!)
It’s amazing how failure begets failure. Here is a lesson in all the things that move our lives away from our targets without much effort. I want to write about this because it’s important for me to view the downs with the ups. Obviously, I focus on improving my strengths, but focusing on eliminating my weaknesses is vital, too. This story, in short, is about every thing I did wrong in the past 48 hours.
Backstory: I’m a financial moron. I’m always a day late, dollar short. I make plenty, but because of past actions, I’m always in these weird binds where I pay more than normal people. I pay almost twice what you pay for your mortgage. I pay twice what you pay for my car payment. Short answer: I’m the best paid guy I know living check to check.
So let me tell you about the book I’m thinking of writing.
I’m thinking of writing more of a memoir than a “how to.” I’m thinking of writing up my experiences with fitness and nutrition and motivation. I feel the central thrust of the book would be around “what worked for me” and hoping that the same could be applied to you (the proverbial “you” who would buy such books).
Yesterday, I got 2.75 chinups out of myself. I ALMOST had that third bastid, but I was just frozen in place about six inches below the top of the bar. Boy, did I try and fight with that rep. But no. I had nothing. And my subsequent sets didn’t really blow me away, either. But hey, I’m getting there a little at a time. Of course, there’s this other guy, this really fit guy, swapping sets on the same bars with me, and he’s nailing 20 at a time. I just felt like, “Why you little…” but whatever. There will ALWAYS be a better-trained athlete than me around. I will always be on the way to a destination with someone ahead of me in the line. I’m okay with this.
My weight is standing dead still. I’m thinking of doing a Fig for a month. But maybe not. I think I can still fight this the old fashioned way. Ah, the anguish. I’m in that horrible spot for people trying to lose weight: I want it to go faster than it is, and I know that I’m to blame. Get tougher, is what my Inner Critic is saying. He’s drowning out the Coach on this one. He’s saying, “It’s obvious that you’re weak in your motivation.” And I can’t deny it. I guess if I were trying to think with the Inner Coach hat, I’d turn it around: “What can we do to pump up your motivation and your habit-changing?