This entry is bullshit. Scroll through it, if you know what’s good for you.
That “Day 52″ makes absolutely no sense, I don’t know why I keep doing it. Out of habit, when I started writing 750 words every day, about 2.5 years ago now. I start back at Day 1 when I skip a day, so that means the last time that that happened was 52 days ago. But it’s a stupid, arbitrary number. Well it’s not arbitrary, it’s counting the number of consecutive days, you idiot.
Exhausted these days. I’m under-caloried, trying to cut weight, dissolve the fat. This is the only way to do it, to be under-caloried. Here’s the rest:
Morning fasted workouts, low intensity steady-state exercise (LISS). So, brisk walking. Nothing that will get my heart rate up too high, or I’ll burn muscle instead of fat. Sometimes I feel like sweating so I’ll jump rope, but I’ll make sure to consume BCAAs to conserve muscle and lean tissue.
The problem with LISS is that although it’s effective in targeting only body fat, it’s inefficient in that walking burns way less calories than anything else. So it takes a lot of walking. Fortunately, I have the time.
Today I did laundry next to the small gym in my apartment complex. One hour of wash, one hour of dry. For those two hours, I was walking and reading, getting shit done. Some stretching (I’m trying to regain my flexibility) and some ab work (but I’m not under the assumption that crunches do shit). I’m sure the receptionists downstairs are aghast at how long I spend in that gym. If they only knew about my evening workout…
Every day I’ll fast for 16 hours. I’ll eat between noon and 8pm. More likely, between 1pm and 7pm. So that’s a 6 hour eating window, where I need to ingest ~1600 calories split between two meals. I don’t weight my food anymore, I just judge. Some days I’ll be way over (last night I ate two medium pizzas) and some days I’ll be waaaaaay under — which is terrible, but what can ya do.
Most days I’ll eat fast food. I’ll eat something junky. But there’s no such thing as junk food, there are only macronutrients. There are only proteins, fats and carb counts. And alcohol, but that’s a nightly occurrence so it’s always factored in.
IIFYM. That’s what I tell people I do. When they eat a grilled chicken caesar salad and I eat a Big Mac combo, I win: I know exactly the caloric, nutrient specs of the big mac combo, so I can adjust the rest of my meals of the day to squeeze it in (sometimes eating only once a day, like last night and the 2 pizzas). They, however, will probably undercount the calories and macronutrient ratio of the salad, and fuck up. Fuck the fuck up. And wonder why they’re not losing weight, and blame it on some strange, magical phenomena, and then take supplements.
Nope, it’s calories. That’s it. That’s always it.
Well, no, not always it. Not for men, who need muscle to look good. I love fit women, strong, muscular, vascular women with veins splaying across their abdomen — but for the most part, a thin woman looks good relative to a thin man. Thin men don’t look good, they look like Korean pop stars. With no testosterone, no facial hair, no “manliness.”
So we need to build muscle, or at least not lose most of it. So we need to eat. We need protein. We need to workout, weightlift, while on a caloric deficit. That’s what hurts, doing all of that and then trying to work, trying to write about gadgets for retirees. What tech baby boomers would need.
So I have protein shakes. I fridge full of 50 1.5L water bottles and a crate of 30 eggs. Chicken breast in the freezer. And a shitload of condiments to make it all taste good.
And it tastes good.
What do I do today? It’s 1:10pm, time for my first meal. But do I eat? Or do I pop some caffeine, yohimbine? I jumped rope this morning, so perhaps I should eat. Just an egg. Some dumplings? But I’m on a roll with the fat burning, might as well keep it up for a few more hours. I’m also going out tonight, drinks at a jazz bar, and if I know myself, that means 12 beers and a few glasses of wine. Right?
This is the hard part, socializing. I’m an introvert, usually, especially on Mondays. But tonight, gotta make it, she’s leaving in a few days and I gotta say bye.