Barely Online (P2C3A2)

Fridge Logic time:

• I got dumped
• I got dumped the same way the last girl dumped me: with a text, while I was chillan at the cabin with my dad.
• I got dumped on the previous ex’s birthday

Conclusion? HAX!

Anyway, here’s Thursday’s workout.

Incline Bench

1. 55lbs x 3
2. 75 x 2
3. 90 x 4
4. 85 x 3

I screwed the up the warm-ups here and on the flat bench. I set it up like I would have for an A1 workout, but just reversed the order.

Bench Press

1. 45lbs x 5
2. 55 x 3
3. 75 x 2
4. 95 x 4

I was sufficiently warmed up but still didn’t make reps. I’m thinking I’m going to drop the rep requirements for increase to the 3-5 range.

Horizontal Hammer-grip Press

1. 60lbs x 3
2. 80 x 2
3. 100 x 5

One rep short this time. Damn it all.

Pushdown

1. 37.5lbs x 3
2. 42.5 x 2
3. 47.5 x 5

Five or more was the goal here. I was originally going to drop the rep requirements only for compounds but I think I’ll do it here too. Increasing next workout.

Asschin (Body Weight: 170lbs)

1. 50lbs x 5
2. 75 x 3
3. 100 x 7 (FUCK!)
4. 125 x 3
5. 110 x 4
6. 95 x 4

I was really pissed that I over did my last warm-up set. I thought that was the working set. DAMN IT!

I actually set the rep goals correctly for the top set as well as the first drop set, though. I still mad.

Torso Rotation Machine

1. 30lbs x 5
2. 45 x 3
3. 60 x 2

Asshole steals machine. I move to pulleys.

Hi-low Twists (are these called woodchoppers?)

1. 70lbs x 5
2. 60 x 6
3. 50 x 7

Yay on managing weight for the one exercise that has shit-no importance.

Pre-workout Weight: 166.5lbs

I’m setting myself up for the next couple days to be as carb-loaded and bloated and disgusting as possible. I’m going to do a depletion, sure, but…

It’s a break-up binge. Fuck off.

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The Daily Plate

[Warning: The below is one of those STATEMENT type posts. I try to only write posts for things that I HAVE ALREADY DONE rather than WISHAN, AN HOPEN. This post is an example of the latter/fail.]

I made this for deviantArt when I was a teenager.

You know, it’s really time to stop fucking around.

My diet is crap.

I’m so carb-loaded right now it hurts. Seriously. Nevermind the disgusting bloated look that comes from moderate constipation and carb-load powers combined. My muscles themselves feel overstuffed.

I might managed to knock out a set of chins at LBM tomorrow, lol.

I really want to do a depletion workout tomorrow to prep for tat-support tomorrow (hangings with the gal frand y’know.) But I’m also fuck-awesomely strong right now and I’d like to abuse it before I get into some kind of protein-sparing modified fast of insanity.

Which I full intend to do, starting Thursday, just in case she decides to make a pizza while I’m over. That happened last time. I feel like such a douchebag refusing to eat free pizza, so, JUST IN CASE, I’m saving the crash diet for Thursday.

What I’m probably going to do is the strength workout, rest a bit, depletion workout with lessened/eliminated volume on the body parts already hit.

WHICH REMINDS ME: I’m dropping deadlifts.

Yeah that’s right. I said it. (Please kill me.)

I just know that as soon as I deplete I’m going to be weaker than all hell and I just will not have the form necessary to feel good about myself deadlifting. Wavering deadlift performance has been the single most destructive factor to my dieting efforts, I’m sad to report. It’s my favorite life, but I just cannot be risking my back (literally) deciding between dieting and RAWR. RAWR always wins, but it’s not getting me any closer to my goals other than keeping my posture sexy.

My back is still a little sore from fucking up that ONE REP not too long ago. I was sick, granted, but that’s pretty much how glycogen depletion feels to me. Fucking sick.

Starting today, though, I’m back to legitimately recording my intake. I’ve been writing it down on paper for a long time since I’ve abandoned Windows (and by extension, FitDay) but I’ve not been tracking numbers and is really just a testament to how lax I can really be. I KNOW I’ve been eating to much, no foggy iffy memory about it. I’m fucking up, I’m not losing fat, and I’m only marginally stronger. This amounts to FAIL.

So I’ve signed up at the daily plate.

Today I don’t really care. I’m keeping myself loaded so tomorrow I can put up the biggest numbers on my three most important lifts to me (Pulldown, Incline Press, Lateral Raise) and then keep them there as I lose my artificial benefit. As much as I love carbs, this bloat is disgusting. I feel like a panda. I’m 165-170lbs. right now and I’m really hoping that a lot of that is water weight.

But I’m not retarded, either.

So I’m going to spend two days making sure I can get my calories in order, and then from Thursday on begin stripping carbs. Quicker the better, but I’m hoping by Monday of next week to be on a PSMF cycle and jogging my way to some relief from pandabelly.

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You Gotta Jack-in With Your Ponytail

I haven't pooped in like three days :(

I’m going to jump right into the numbers and ramble afterward:

Deadlift

1. 80lbs x 5
2. 80lbs x 5
3. 120lbs x 3
4. 170lbs x 2
5. 205lbs x 3 (left under)
6. 185lbs x 2 (left over)

I “left one in the tank” on both work sets. I’m now recording my warm-ups, so the last two sets are what I would normally be reporting.

The last set felt weird besides, though. Just got a bad feeling about it, and I went with it.

Lat Pulldown

1. 45lbs x 5
2. 45lbs x 5
3. 55lbs x 5
4. 70lbs x 3
5. 85lbs x 2
6. 100lbs x 4 (one less than I would have liked, but it’s progress)
7. 90lbs x 5 (the best set of this session)

On set 6 I attempted a fifth rep but got stuck. I held it and did a slow negative. Again, last two sets are the work sets.

The next two exercises don’t have specific warm-ups.

Horizontal Row
3 x 5 @ 80lbs.

I forgot to stretch my shoulders before the first set, but I cranked out all five reps besides. Then I stretched and did the second set, cranked out another five.

Then I remembered I’m supposed to explode concentrically, and the third set was a breeze. I will probably stay this weight, though. I don’t like how involved my arms got, and I don’t think my lats were truly handling this weight.

Nautilus Abs
3 x 5 @ 65lbs.

I don’t think I’m going to work abs both days anymore. It’s making me lurch forward. Just deadlift days is fine. Nevertheless, this was waaay too easy. The next plate jump puts me at 80lbs, and I did a single rep of that just out of curiosity.

I’ll be doing 80lbs. next week.

I decided to ditch my show prep. I highly doubt they’re going to select me, and it’s not worth having such a thrown diet. It was useful prep for the Christmas events, since I evened out just a touch above maintenance rather than thousands over, for the week.

Physiologically I was primed for this workout, but mentally trashed. Went to see Avatar with some friends, then wound up chatting until six in the morning (NOT about Avatar. That conversation ended ten minutes after it started:

“Would you want to do the Avatar program if you could?”
“No.”
“Seriously? Why not?”
“I already know what it’s like to have proportionally puny lats. I don’t like it.”)

The only miss as far as how my body felt, though, was this ridiculous level of constipation I’ve been dealing with. All this food is pushing my belly out in a rather discouraging way. I tried to pay attention to my shoulders in the gym mirrors, ugh.

And despite the bloaty chunkiness, I’m still 160lbs. So uh. I lost weight. Yeah. I just don’t know how much.

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