Starting weight, 188lbs (Monday)
Around the belly/lovehandle region, 36" (pushed out to max)
Waist (where the band of my underoos rides), 34.5" One week in...
one week in weight, 185lbs (-3)
Around the belly/lovehandle region, 35.5" (pushed out to max)
Waist (where the band of my underoos rides), 34.5" (I think it's 34.25", but hard to tell)
I guess it's four weeks in.
181.6lbs (-6.4)
Around the belly/lovehandle region, 34.5" -- pushed out to max (-1.5")
Waist (where the band of my underwear sits), 34.5" (I don't think this one's going anywhere)
So, the weight is annoying because I was 180 for a while and it jumped back up. Despite the lack of binges and overeating. Luckily, I can see changes on the body, so I'm good. But, they are painfully slow, hence the lack of scale weight movement.
Of course, like everyone (most guys, anyway), I don't actually want to lose weight, but it's one marker of progress.
I am happy about he belly. Abs-a-comin! Just not yet.
OMG!
Tell Paul I said hi and FGS don't let Roland talk to this guy, I want my man in one solid piece when I next see him.
What's wrong with being able to bite your toenails while doing a handstand?!
He's a really funny guy btw and though his English is limited I gather he's very knowledgeable about physiology. There is something applicable in there.
So Roland, want to train on the beach Tuesday (tomorrow) evening?
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Santa Monica beach workout! Battling ropes, rope climbing, kettlebell medley, dips, hanging leg raises, rings, etc. Lots of good stuff and a great time.
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Originally Posted by kuri
So Roland, want to train on the beach Tuesday (tomorrow) evening?
I might be sore, later...
I had a great time, Chris! It was nice to be challenged. I was glad I tried those moves, even though I'm not 100% there. I was surprised I could do more than I though. I've gotten better over the years, I just forget.
Yep, that was a blast. Thanks for making time to come up. I think we'll have more people joining in next week.
My attitude is as long as you are gonna do some training might as well work on some new physical skills along the way. Or old ones remembered.
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It was 106 degrees, today, and beautiful. A quiet walk through a beautiful woodland -- replete with streams, woodland fauna, and thermal soaring hawks-- yielded a veritable bounty of food for the body. And, for the soul... Wild fruit from the trees that I found there nourished me, and gave me pause. This peaceful moment, ripe with the sort of quiet that almost thunders like an avalanche of feathers down a snowy mountain, was broken only by the distinctive "caw-caw" of the soaring California Condors above; birds hidden from sight (although they must be beautifully graceful), except for their immense shadows spinning about an occasional clearing in the wood. Nay, ...a glade.
Sheltered by the thick canopy of native eucalyptus and date palms above, I found respite on a fallen log -- Mother Nature's own "Easy Up," hundreds of years in the raising. Beautiful, juicy, sweet and ripe figs; a veritable bounty of the Earth's harvest filled my mouth at that moment, washed down by the pure, cool water from my GHB-free canteen...
The gravity of this beautiful moment reminded me of how Isaac Newton must have felt as that fig struck him, allowing him to invent our own gravity, way back when. Yes, I am thankful. For much, for much. For the pink, juicy, sun warmed fig; for the sun; for gravity, without which, the burpee would be more fun, but a far less effective exercise for conditioning; and for the local electric company, which built some very tall power line towers here, making the surrounding area fit for nothing more than the native palms, eucalyptus, and clusters of fennel. Ah, our native American peoples were lucky to live amongst these beautiful things.
I looked around once more, at the acres of wooded lands, surrounded by hills and fields. I paused before taking the last half of sweet fig in my mouth, then washed it down with more water. I stood and walked to the edge of the clearing. My rest time was over, and it was time to get back to reality.
"Pull!" I called, and BAM! Another miss and another clay pigeon that lives another day. My shotgun barrel still smoking, I imagined, once again, the beauty and simplicity of the Indigenous American lifestyle here in the narrows, but I'm again thankful for the figs, as I am no hunter. I am no hunter.
Some videographic evidence of Roland engaging in tomfoolery on the beach.
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Working "hard," or the perception of working hard, doesn't really mean anything. Sweating, vomiting, and breathing hard could be a good workout or a tropical disease kicking in.-Dan John
roland, your writing is breathtaking and vivid--almost as if I am experiencing it myself--- the sweet, dense taste of the fig pairing perfectly with the sulfuric tones of the gunpowder. life is good.
1st. Back to 180lbs. Skin is tightening up nicely. I can almost see my kidneys.
2nd. Backyard workout! It was really hot out there, but I liked it. I had to take a cold shower to stop sweating afterward. I was covered with grass, sweat, and dirt. No blood, this time. Awesome.
A1, SB Floor Press, 117 (12), 147 (3/2), 132 (6/5/3)
A2, DB Row, 90 (6), 95+chains (3/3/3/3/3) - not sure the chains do much specific good, but they sound cool and give the neighbors more to wonder about. They add 10lbs extra weight.
B1, SB Shoulders, 117 (6/6/6)
B2, Cinderblock Pushups (15/14) - hands elevated on two cinderblocks for more ROM.
B3, Sack Rows, 35 (12/12) - 1 handed row of a sack full of weights
3rd. Once again, I don't like my log name. Time for a change.
"A change of underwear can be quite refreshing." - that nerdy guy on Happy Days.
Read the first post in the thread/log - it explains it all.
Isn't this the equivalent of your Mom telling you to "look it up" in the dictionary when you ask how to spell a word? Instead of just telling you???
LOL
Actually, I do remember that now, I had read it a while ago, when I was first looking at everyone's logs
*takes a small moment to myself to think back with nostalgia*
I was wondering about "Lost Dog", not "The Consequences of Fitness" when I asked that question. Which means I was technically wrong twice in the same sentence . . . I am pretty amazing.
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I was wondering about "Lost Dog", not "The Consequences of Fitness" when I asked that question.
I thought it sounded mysteriously and subtly brave. Like in those old kids' movies where the lone dog needs to make it back home (sometimes assisted by a cat). It's also more on target with my personality than the "lone wolf," which we assume actually wants to be alone. Yet, we don't actually know that, do we?
Pigs on the Wing (Part One), Pink Floyd
If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.
Pigs on the Wing (Part Two), Pink Floyd
You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.
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