Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Lots to Catch Up On...

So much for consistently updating this thing, huh? I think I figured out why I've gotten so bad at keeping up with it. I spend AAAAALLLL day at work writing and thinking of things to write that the last thing I want to do sometimes is write some more, even if it is for my own personal whatever. But I've dragged my lazy self here, so I might as well get caught up.

Let's see....I think since I last updated, I've consistently gone up about 1 pound per week. This past Saturday I was 146.6. But we've changed the diet yet again and cut back some calories in order to try to drop some of the fat that I've gained along the way....and it has been quite a bit. But I snuck a weigh-in this morning, and I was back down to 145.4. Either way, I'm trying not to get too crazy about it. The good thing is that my strength continues to increase each week. I have made relatively consistent progress in most of the 5x5's. Last Wednesday, I hit 185 for 5 on squats, and this past Monday I finally reached my pre-surgery max of 285 on dead lifts. My bench and military press maxes have stalled, though. I know it's bad to think, but I'm not overly concerned about my bench max or really anything related to chest. It's always been a body part that I don't enjoy training and have been pretty weak on, but I manage to muddle through it each Tuesday night. Right now I'm stuck at 120 for 5. As far as my military press, I seem to just miss 95 the past two weeks. I got 95 for 4 two weeks ago and only for 3 this past week. WTF? Regardless, the rest of the workouts are showing inprovements, so I try not to get too hung up on the lack of 5x5 progress. Like I've mentioned before, sometimes I think my plateaus are more mental than physical.

On a more random note, I had the strangest dream last night (and I almost never remember my dreams). Unlike a lot of friends of mine who compete, I have never had the getting-on-stage-with-no-color dream ever. But last night I dreamt that I was in Atlanta this year for Nationals making my bodybuilding debut. Somehow, I manged to pack everything except what I would need for the show. So there I am, in my hotel room with no suit, no tan, no makeup....nothing. In fact, I think I forgot to pack my contest physique because I was in the shape that I'm in now. To make it even more weird, the Homeslice and I were sharing a room with IFBB pro Debbie Bramwell and her fiance....I've never even met either one of them! Does she even have a fiance? I don't know. The only reason I could think of for her being in my dream is because she happens to be one of my favorite pros and I've cooresponded with her through email a couple of times, but still. So, here I am, in a hotel room the night before Nationals with nothing and not even close to being in shape. I don't know what happened next because I woke up. The dream was obviously a combination of so many random things going on in my head. I do happen to be going to Atlanta next week but to WATCH Nationals, not compete. And I do know that Debbie will be there, but as far as I know, we're not sharing a hotel room. And I'm almost positive that the competition part has everything to do with the fact that I'm scared shitless that I will get on stage next year and look exactly the same as I did this year despite putting in all this work and making all these changes. I dread being the tiny little pipsqueak up there all skinny and scrawny. Sometimes I feel like I should say F bodybuilding and just stay with figure...

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