I miss the fitness threads and the fitness Doms!

The real problem with the freaking sprints is that I have to get a good pair of tennis shoes and a sports bra made of titanium before I do many more of them. I'm not sure which will happen first, my legs falling off or my boobs knocking me unconscious. :rolleyes:
 
The real problem with the freaking sprints is that I have to get a good pair of tennis shoes and a sports bra made of titanium before I do many more of them. I'm not sure which will happen first, my legs falling off or my boobs knocking me unconscious. :rolleyes:

I went looking for a new sports bra yesterday and didn't have much luck. I definitely want to try it on first though. One brand I keep seeing pop up as a good one for high impact and big boobs is moving comfort. Good luck with your search.
 
Cycle 5, Wave B
Squat Day

170x5
215x5
255x3 Warm-ups done
300x3
340x3
385x6 Rep calc says 462#

It was more like 6.5, as I did seven but failed to get depth on the last one. *grumble* 462# sounds like a legit effort if I had to guess. I pushed hard, but not as hard as I have in the past. It was a good enough lift that I don't feel bad, but not a great one.

As I was setting up to do the rest of the lift, my dad called, and I got to rush over to help him get the van moving again. Yay for more working on cars in the freakish heat for hours.

Legs hate me right now. They were almost too sore to fuck this morning, ugh. And as my wedding tackle does not care for pain, the soreness was distracting enough to make it take forever. This of course pissed my legs off more causing more issues...

Vicious cycle resulting in a 25 minute fuck, so I guess I shouldn't complain.
 
Did the walk/run thing again this morning. I definitely need to get some more shoes though. I'm going to do another workout later today after I paint.
 
I did cardio for the first time!

Precor intervals for 20 minutes and 5 minutes cool down. It was really hot and I'm still overheated.
 
For the first time since I started whacking a ball, about ten years ago, I feel like I am finally able to say I'm a "good" tennis player. Not great by any means, but good.

Last night I played a bunch of doubles and then finished with a set of singles and I was really happy with how much control I actually have now, especially with my serve. It's such a fun game and much more so now that I'm not just blindly hitting every other ball out of the park or into the net :rolleyes:

Hooray for persistence!


I couldn't help thinking, while I was playing last night, how much easier "fitness" is when you can do an activity that is really fun as opposed to just work. I love running and going to the gym, (yes, I am a freak), but when I play tennis hours can literally fly by without me noticing. I think that a big part of the reason that people fall by the wayside when they try to get in shape is that they don't have a physical activity that is fun, something they look forward to doing as opposed to something they do just because they feel they should.
 
right now I look forward to doing ANYthing.

As soon as it cools down just a tiny bit, or Friday, whichever is first.

M and I are enrolled in some classes.

He has given his white collar job the shove and we will soon officially be - an adult media empire of two. So we need a little work on our porn bodies.
 
After three months of fannying around and staying the same weight, I think I am now firmly back on the dieting wagon again :)

During those three months I kept up my exercise, at least, even though my eating's been bad - and consequently I am now probably fitter, at the grand old age of 42, than I have EVER been in my life.
 
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Ferociously sore. Almost as sore as I was yesterday. I'm walking funny too. Not walking because I'm sore, even though that's part of it. No, I'm walking funny because my thighs are still pumped and thus so huge that I'm flat walking funny.

If only my arms would take to growth the way my legs do. Nope, same old 17" or so arms as always.

For perspective, My arms were about 16.25" around when I started lifting a few years back. My thighs were about 27". My arms are currently 17" and my thighs are roughly 31.5". So 4"+ on the thighs in the same time that I've gotten 0.75" on the arms. Stupid arms *grumble*

Jesus, my thighs are meaty.
 
Homburg said:
If only my arms would take to growth the way my legs do. Nope, same old 17" or so arms as always.

For perspective, My arms were about 16.25" around when I started lifting a few years back. My thighs were about 27". My arms are currently 17" and my thighs are roughly 31.5". So 4"+ on the thighs in the same time that I've gotten 0.75" on the arms. Stupid arms *grumble*

Trade ya! Arms are maybe 14, thighs maybe 21. It may not elicit a lot of sympathy, but I would love to be able to get another fifteen pounds or so of usable muscle.


In the legs and arms, that is. And maybe the chest.
 
Trade ya! Arms are maybe 14, thighs maybe 21. It may not elicit a lot of sympathy, but I would love to be able to get another fifteen pounds or so of usable muscle.


In the legs and arms, that is. And maybe the chest.

No, it does. I have sympathy for anybody trying to gain.

In my case, it's my own fault. I refuse to do the sort of work that I know will cause gains because it feels like a waste of time. I do my prime movers and all my assistance work is done to stabilise and keep joints healthy.

That said, if you want to gain, the advice is fairly simple.

1) Eat.
2) Eat some more.
3) Lift heavy shit.
4) Eat even more.
5) Get lots of rest.

The permutations though, therein lies the rub. If you just eat like crazy, you will get fat. You have to eat right AND exercise right. See, gaining 15lbs of muscle is actually easy. The tough part is gaining that 15lbs of muscle without also gaining the 25lbs of fat that usually comes with it.
 
Homburg said:
therein lies the rub

Aye. Truer words ne'er been spoken.

Homburg said:
1) Eat.
2) Eat some more.
3) Lift heavy shit.
4) Eat even more.
5) Get lots of rest.

Typical day:up at 5.Eat breakfast; cold cereal/poptarts/whatever is in the cupboard. Workout if the back is up to it, concentrating on the shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach.
work at 7.
9am second breakfast; 8-12 pieces of bacon, two eggs, potatoes, fresh fruit, grits if I can. Walk a lot or sit in the office doing work, depending on what needs done.
11 first lunch: bagel or two, maybe pasta/chicken or burger and fries, pudding for dessert. Walk or sit more, work more.
1 Second lunch. Something light or heavy, contrasting with first lunch. Walk or sit more doing work til quitting.
Around 3:30; protein shake. Some snack.
Dinner at 6; Meat, pasta, vegetable. Maybe dessert. Bike ride if I can get it in.
9pm the nightly snack; ice cream or hot chocolate with cookies.


Rinse, repeat.


In the first six months of doing this, I lost 15 pounds. I can't eat any more than that; two hours in between is the minimum. I've spent the last six months putting the weight back on.

Unfortunately, I am a stress-faster. The more stress, the less I eat or want to eat. And stress has been really, really high. Been fighting to just maintain. They are upping the meds again for my depression, so that might help.
 
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Typical day:up at 5.Eat breakfast; cold cereal/poptarts/whatever is in the cupboard. Workout if the back is up to it, concentrating on the shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach.
work at 7.
9am second breakfast; 8-12 pieces of bacon, two eggs, potatoes, fresh fruit, grits if I can. Walk a lot or sit in the office doing work, depending on what needs done.
11 first lunch: bagel or two, maybe pasta/chicken or burger and fries, pudding for dessert. Walk or sit more, work more.
1 Second lunch. Something light or heavy, contrasting with first lunch. Walk or sit more doing work til quitting.
Around 3:30; protein shake. Some snack.
Dinner at 6; Meat, pasta, vegetable. Maybe dessert. Bike ride if I can get it in.
9pm the nightly snack; ice cream or hot chocolate with cookies.


Rinse, repeat.


In the first six months of doing this, I lost 15 pounds. I can't eat any more than that; two hours in between is the minimum. I've spent the last six months putting the weight back on.

Unfortunately, I am a stress-faster. The more stress, the less I eat or want to eat. And stress has been really, really high. Been fighting to just maintain. They are upping the meds again for my depression, so that might help.

Yeah, I would blow up like a whale if I ate like that. Your metabolism is a rocket ship. Sucks for weight gain, but sure keeps off the unneeded pounds. Depression meds can't be a good thing in that area either.

John Berardi has a book called "Scrawny to Brawny". I like his work and have heard some very good reviews. I used to follow his Precision Nutrition plan, but fell off.

Ever done lower body stuff, or does a bad back prevent it? I ask because squats and deads are the big movers for hormonal modification. The testosterone boost from those two is solid, and more test is never bad when trying to gain muscle.

Oh yeah, when Berardi was trying to gain weight, breakfast consisted of a bag of six raisin bagels made into peanut butter sandwiches. He'd eat 2-3 of these and then munch the rest on the way to work. My mind quails in terror away from the thought of stuffing that much food into my gullet. Still, for true hard-gainers, "Eat til you're sick" seems to be the only advice that works. Well, aside from d-bol and milk, but I doubt that you want to go that route.
 
I walked and would like to do a short pilates workout but should probably wait to do that since I worked out pretty hard yesterday.
 
Homburg said:
Ever done lower body stuff, or does a bad back prevent it? I ask because squats and deads are the big movers for hormonal modification. The testosterone boost from those two is solid, and more test is never bad when trying to gain muscle.

The gap is between the top of the hips and the ribs; everything below is near perfect musculature without being too cut. Everything up is thin and lean. Inbetween are a couple of herniated discs and a rub on the sciatic that gave me a numb spot on one leg and likes to remind me to not sit too long, as well as one of my better scars from the last time they cut me open. Full body lifting or twisting is out the window for the forseeable future. :(

Yeah, the metabolism has always been high. I used to polish of a twenty pack of nuggets and a large range drink as a snack at work. Doesn't show any signs of slowing down, which might be good.



Either that, or sexual frustration is buring a hell of a lot of calories. ;)
 
Today's workout consisted of sitting in the dentist's chair with every muscle tensed, for two hours. :rolleyes:
 
The gap is between the top of the hips and the ribs; everything below is near perfect musculature without being too cut. Everything up is thin and lean. Inbetween are a couple of herniated discs and a rub on the sciatic that gave me a numb spot on one leg and likes to remind me to not sit too long, as well as one of my better scars from the last time they cut me open. Full body lifting or twisting is out the window for the forseeable future. :(

Yow, ow, and ugh.

Well, really well-equipped gyms have belt-squat machines. They're wonderful for people with back injuries, but, wow, that's some scariness there.
 
Cycle 5, Wave B
Bench day

95x5
120x3
145x3 Warm-ups done
170x3
195x3
220x8 Rep calc says 279#

Was a good set. I was iffy here and there, but pushed through with a really serious effort on the last rep. It felt really good, and helped make up for some disappointing lifts lately.

Then I did some supported pull-ups and will do some push-ups in a bit (when work is not pressuring me)

ETA: Amusing post lift moment...

I am hungry after I lift. No, HUNGRY. REALLY fucking hungry usually. Today was no exception. viv goes and gets me some leftovers (rice and some ginger-marinated steak kebabs from last night, yum). MIS comes trotting in after her with a fork and a bowl looking to snitch some of my leftovers. I pointed the firk at her and said, "You can fuck right off. MY food." She started to wheedle but I guess the look in my eyes showed that I was not to be trifled with. Amusing.
 
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Cycle 5, Wave B
Deadlift day

165x5
210x3
250x3 Warm-ups done
295x3
335x3
375x7 Rep calc says 462#

I was ferociously distracted coming into this. I have some shit going on in my life that is eating my mental processor cycles, so I was worried that I wouldn't really do well. Concentration is dead important. I was happy with the lift though. I walked in wanting six, and pulled seven. I was all but hyperventilating after, as I couldn't seem to get enough air in my lungs, but I still got more than I expected.

Other work happened, yay.

Oh, friday's lift didn't occur, thus deadlifts today. Friday I was able to borrow a truck, and had a full load of construction type trash to take to the dump. Loading and unloading, and all that was considered to be enough for the day.

Also did a nice walk friday night. Nothing fitnessy, just bored and felt like walking with a coupla friends.
 
I wish I had your motivation hon, I'm awul or starting things and not sticking with them!

3lbs down in 2 days, have switched to calories less than 1,500 as its the cheapest diet :)
 
I have been, essentially, "stoned" since Saturday morning and any kind of movement gets the blood going and irritates the already irritated tooth. This is immensely frustrating.

I will be missing tennis tonight.

:mad:

If I was a paranoid person, I'd say the universe is conspiring against me this year. First the four month long cough, now this. Well fuck you universe! I will stay fit no matter what, you hear me? You can't keep me down forever!!!!

*scans sky for incoming meteorite*
 
I think moving around matters. Due to shingles I have been STUCK at 158-159-160 and it's pissing me the fuck off.

But M and I started this program at a girly gym near us - 21 days of marketing research on us, we take 3 classes a week. It's a pricey gym, but if he likes it and goes, I don't care, it's an investment as I see it what with more clothes off = more money.

Anyhow, the first 2 classes involve psychotic sped-up versions of my old dance training, pilates mat torments, a ballet bar, and small weights with fast pulses.

Every fucking thing hurts. And I do it again tomorrow. I am SO into it, and so is he!
 
I think moving around matters. Due to shingles I have been STUCK at 158-159-160 and it's pissing me the fuck off.

But M and I started this program at a girly gym near us - 21 days of marketing research on us, we take 3 classes a week. It's a pricey gym, but if he likes it and goes, I don't care, it's an investment as I see it what with more clothes off = more money.

Anyhow, the first 2 classes involve psychotic sped-up versions of my old dance training, pilates mat torments, a ballet bar, and small weights with fast pulses.

Every fucking thing hurts. And I do it again tomorrow. I am SO into it, and so is he!

So is the shingles over yet or what?
 
Upped the meds over the weekend, and no there is no interest or motivation whatsoever to do anything:write, clean, exercise, eat, tie people up and tease them. Hell, I'm not even looking at the dirty pictures thread.


Looking for the even-out days, when things level a bit. On the plus side, I am sleeping. Evidently like a brick, and nothing short of an atmic bomb will wake me, but it is sleep.
 
Last week I did cardio for the first time since the back thing (so let's say a year) and came home and had a fever for the next two or three days. I felt shitty but nothing else...my doctor told me it was probably a virus, my PT was worried I might have overextended myself. So today I did the cardio again and I seem okay now, so hopefully it was just a virus!
Also next week I'm actually going back to the machines for an hour a week, so I'm making progress. I explained how I don't like doing the same things all the time so she's going to mix it up for me. But the other half hour will be the same old same old.
 
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