I’ve received a few e-mails over the last few months asking me where I am, and what I’m doing, so I thought it was only fair I did a little blog post just to let people know I’m still around and still training… in my own way, at least.
First of all, thanks to those people who’ve shown interest and taken the time to e-mail me. I didn’t really know I had any regular readers. What can I say? Thanks!
Right. Let’s see where I am. For a good while now I’ve not trained my full body, and with summer I’ve trained sporadically – mostly not – since I’ve mostly just been busy with other things in life.
At the moment I’m simply training triceps and biceps, and that’s it – and I’ve been doing so since August, with steady results, despite having just a regular diet and no supplements. And, I’ll continue to train this way for the foreseeable (though I may use protein supplements starting in October.)
Why just the arms?
Well, it’s a no-brainer for me…
A: Least important, but important enough: I can’t afford to buy enough food to grow everywhere, nor do I have the time to eat that amount of food and I don’t have the time and dedication to train like that at the moment.
B: Most importantly: It makes absolutely no sense to me to put the effort and time into training other body parts when the only body part everyday people really notice (and the only part I really give a damn about) – the arms – don’t stand out at all, and never have… and the average person who half-arsed picks up a pair of dumbbells seems to have bigger and better arms than me within a few months. (So I think.)
For me, training other body parts when my arms are nothing is a piss take on myself of the highest order, and I’m not having it any more. I’ll likely begin training other body parts once more when I feel I’ve got arms that stand out. ‘Til then, sod it all.
I’m a regular person living a regular life among other regular people living regular lives. I aim not to impress the purist with the unhealthy obsession about the male physique with perfect proportion and symmetry, but myself – who couldn’t give a damn – and the average person, who doesn’t know a damn. And that simply means arms, above all else.
No arms, no nothing. Wimme?
So, gimme the arms first, and I’ll worry (yeah, right) about the ‘unimportant’ stuff later.
(And no, I’m not worried my arms will become so big that the rest of my body will look ridiculous. Think about it. If that were even possible for me, I’d not even be in this situation, would I?)