How I Gained Six Pounds In Eight Weeks!
So I've been good about getting to the gym. Better than I've been since moving out here to the hinterlands. Thanks in no small part to encouragement from my Sir.
Big suggested that I I do high reps and lower weights. And I had a whole new mindset. I decided that I'd only do the stuff I liked. None of the stuff that I didn't like. And I decided to make time for stretching. My kind of stretching. Drawing on my decades old experience of doing yoga, and some Pilades stuff I got from a trainer I worked with at one of my New York gyms, it's basically some time I spend feeling at home in my body.
And then I plunge into the weights. Slowly, over time, I've upped the amounts that I was lifting. And it still felt really good. Not like something I had to do, but something I wanted to do.
And I've been paying close attention to what I eat. Making sure I get enough protein.
And I had an idea. I dropped the amount of weights I was doing, but kept up on the amount I was eating. That's sure to put on the pounds, right?
When I started, my weight was 183. And I've added weight. Last week, I hopped on the scale, and I'd made it all the way up to 189.7.
That three tenths of a pound really pissed me off. I couldn't have 190? I've been doing everything I can for the past two months, and I couldn't get to 190? What is up with that?
So I'm sort of pissed off. Why can't I break 190? What am I doing wrong? What could I be doing instead? It's almost like it's ordained that I can't weigh 190.
So I'm open to suggestions.
Oh. "Juice" is not a suggestion. I've toyed with the idea plenty. But it makes your testicles shrink. Down to nothing. And mine are the sixe of apricots, and I like them like that.
But I'm all ears.