Things haven’t been going great.
Loath to say it, but, I’m still around the 12.5 stone mark – although slightly under when I weighed in on Sunday. Progress has been pretty slow, so from the beginning of this week I’ve decided to lower my calories again to below 1,000 and try that out for a fortnight. Hopefully, the scales will begin moving favourably once more.
I’ve been cutting now since early July, and I have to admit, I’m getting pretty impatient and tired of it. It’s been a long, drawn out road, and there’s still a long way to go – probably 2-4 more months – before I can see myself being at a satisfactory body fat level. But, it’ll be worth it once I’m there.
It’s ironic that I weigh 7-8lb less than when I started in Jan 08, and with a good deal more muscle, yet I now notice the fat much more. I must’ve been blind when I started… because I didn’t realise I was fat at all, really. I’d have lost it first had I of known. And now I’m probably about a 14lb less fat (all in all, with the muscle I’ve put on, etc.) yet I notice every bit of fat on me. An important lesson I’ll not be forgetting… believe me.
I’m looking forward though. I’m desperate to get back into building muscle and good size and strength. I know getting rid of this fat is good for me, and it’s progress nonetheless, but I just don’t get the same ‘buzz’ from losing fat as I do from putting muscle on. It’s no fun knowing you only stand to maintain or lose some muscle at best, and inevitably lose a good deal of strength. Who wants to see that?
But, for me to start bulking again now, would be the wrong thing to do, and as much as I’m a little sick of cutting – and sicker knowing I have to face several more months of it, ugh – it’s got to be done. It’ll be the last time in my life I ever have to lose such an inordinate amount of fat (I’ll make sure of that) so I want to get it out of the way once and for all.
F**k you, fat.
Oh, this Christmas is going to be mint; no selection boxes for me.