diet update, april 2016
My weight is back in check, but I might have worked myself too hard with my daily exercise regimen.
The last I spoke of this, I was doing 420 jumping jacks a day along with a combination of 7 different aerobic exercises. I added something else to the mix. Push-ups.
Me and push-ups...
...have never gotten along. Ever since I was a little kid, I always had a difficult time with push-ups.
I'll put it this way. I had an easier time with pull-ups that I did with push-ups. Yes, really.
I figured now was the time to finally learn how to do push-ups and add them to the mix of exercises I was doing.
I do my jumping jacks in sets, and decided to start real slow and add in 5 push-ups after each set. I do 7 sets, so 7 x 5 = 35 push-ups. And since I have 2 workouts a day (one morning, one evening,) that's 70 push-ups total and sounded like a good number to begin with because like I said, I wanted to start real slow so I didn't injure myself.
When I first started with my push-ups in my daily workout routines, I was using the hard floor. That was a mistake, because it made my wrists ache. Not terribly, but definitely enough to notice.
Fortunately, I had a small workout mat (it's one of those cheap yoga mats,) and started doing push-ups on it instead of just the hard floor. That made a big difference in the positive direction because it provided just enough cushion for my palms so they didn't ache afterward.
Bad pain, good pain, bad pain again
In the beginning with push-ups, I had bad pain in the wrists because I was using the hard floor. I added in the mat, and then my bad pain switched over to good pain, as in the kind of pain where you're sore but it's a good feeling because of a good workout.
However, as I got used to doing push-ups, I got a little ahead of myself as I continued with my daily exercises and tried to add in too many at once. On one particular day during my evening workout routine, for the final exercise I did 25 push-ups in a row, all at once. This was after all the jumping jacks, all the other aerobics and all the push-ups I did prior (which was 30, spread into sets.)
I don't know if I can describe what I felt when I did that 25, but I'll give it a try.
Never in my LIFE before that moment had I ever done 25 push-ups in a row. And I'm not talking those "halfsie" push-ups. I'm talking a full press up, then back down to the elbow and then back up again, 25 times in a row. That was a first for me.
Now while that felt awesome, my shoulders paid for it later. The next morning when I woke, my shoulders ached to the point where I said, "Nope. No morning workout today." Then I hit the shower and my shoulders felt better after being massaged with hot water. It was at that point I knew I exerted myself too much.
For the evening workout later that day - which I did do - I scaled back my push-ups. The end result was no pain.
As I continue on, I will increase from 35 push-ups per workout to 70 to make a total of 140 per day.
Bear in mind the push-ups are on top of my jumping jacks and the other exercises I do. One of these days I may post all the exercises in a separate article.
Is there any definition happening yet?
"Definition" when talking about what happens to the body from routine exercising is seeing shape develop. This can be things getting bigger or smaller.
To answer the question: Yes...
...and it feels weird.
The weird feeling comes from the fact I've never had any real definition in my upper body before. Lower body, yes (I had legs of stone back when I used to play soccer,) but not in the upper.
Do I like seeing definition in my upper body? Of course I do. But it's yet another transformation I'm going through where I look in the mirror and see a man, me, that's changing. It's change for the better, to be sure, but if you look a certain way for a real long time and then look different, it takes time to adjust.
As far as where the definition is happening, the 3 major areas I'm seeing it is in the shoulders, chest and abdomen.
Weight back in check
I did gain about 3 pounds, but from more attention given to what I ate, I was able to lose those 3 pounds again easily.
Note: I am aware weight fluctuates daily depending on what you eat and drink, however the 3 additional pounds was there even on an empty stomach, so... yeah. Weight gain. And no, it was not muscle mass. I very much doubt I've gained 3lbs in muscle mass since I'm not doing any lifting.
The real reason I gained 3 pounds can be summed up in one word. Lazy. I got lazy and was eating too much junk. Sugar, specifically. Like I said before, I was popping too many hard candies, Kit-Kat bars and so on and I fattened up a little. After cutting out the junk, the weight came right off. No problem.
Yes, I know, making a big deal out of 3 pounds may sound stupid, but I'll tell you exactly why I pay attention to it.
When I originally started gaining weight way back in my teens, I'd put on a few pounds every year. I'd see the gain, then justify it in my mind as, "Well, it's only a few pounds heavier; it's not that bad..." Right there. Right frickin' there is where fatness starts. Getting lazy, making excuses, getting fatter. And I got fatter until I finally decided to get off my lazy ass and do something about it.
It really doesn't take much to fall off the wagon when it comes to fatness. There are many stories of people who lost the weight only to gain it all back again, and it usually happens in less than a year.
Well, it's been over a year for me. I lost the weight, kept it off and will continue to eat well, exercise and stay the course.
Food, like exercise, must be done in moderation
You eat too much junk, you get fat and sick. That's a truth. You exercise too much, you can injure yourself seriously enough not to be able to exercise anymore. That's also a truth.
A gym rat would consider my daily exercise routines to be not enough. A fat person would consider my exercise routines to be too much. Whatever. What I do works for me.
I feel good with where I am at the moment, and the fact I'm getting definition in the upper body is a nice bonus. But I am listening to my body. I don't starve myself, nor do I over-exercise.
Yes, it's a bit of a balancing act sometimes, but in the end my BMI is a solid 22 (lower 22, for those interested,) and I'm healthier and happier, which is the whole point.