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This is going to mark the beginning of a highly informative storytelling series, detailing the history of the past nine years I’ve had in the ‘fitness game.’ Each part will contain at least one important lesson, and these lessons are going to serve as pieces of advice to you, the reader.
Even though I was daft and made countless mistakes, I was always a quick learner and managed to process everything very effectively, with anything that I deemed important/interesting enough to really analyse.
As a kid, I was the typical ‘skinny-fat’ (most kids are), especially once I grew into a teenager. I was always inspired my strong, muscular actors in movies, and I think this set the foundation for having a desire to lift weights and gain muscle.
I looked at Schwarzenegger, Stallone, and then some of the WWE wrestlers (the Rock being one of them), and thought:
“That’s pretty cool.”
I was always impressed by strength/size, and was never taken in by the modern-day media pushing skinny guys, or guys with ‘Dad Bods’ etc. That was clearly insane in my eyes.
Then later, it was the likes of Achilles (Brad Pitt), James Bond (Daniel Craig) and the Wolverine (Hugh Jackman) who inspired me to get into fitness.
And in 2010, I did do.
I started hitting the machines in my local gym, once per week (as that was as often as I could go at the time). I hit my entire body, didn’t know what a ‘split’ was, and was ego-lifting 24/7 using horrendous form.
Too scared to enter the ‘power room’ (which was really just the free weights room, but it WAS full of meatheads), I continued to blast the machines and make gradual progress every week, despite the distinct lack of frequency.
But I noticed something.
I was becoming hungrier. And boy, was I happy to satiate that hunger – I’ve always been a food lover, for better or worse. But I was gaining A LOT of weight.
My face was chubbier (WTF?), my arms didn’t look as hard, and there was no definition at all around my mid-section. Shit. I was lifting weights and training so hard, whilst progressively deteriorating in the mirror.
The post-workout, high-sugar protein shakes were starting to add up. The late night bowls of cereal (with additional sugar). The cereal in the morning before school with additional, you guessed it; sugar.
And I was getting even hungrier, despite being fatter and heavier.
What the hell was happening? How could you gain weight, keep gaining weight, and STILL want more food?
I was starting to understand how people got overweight/obese. Holy shit, was this going to happen to me too?
And this anxiety lead me to lesson number one:
Sugar is the number one corruptor of your appetite, and acts like cocaine on your taste buds and brain. You must minimise sugar at all times if you want to keep your body fat levels down.
I knew I was consuming a decent amount of sugar – I mean, I was adding it by the tablespoon to my bowls of cereal. But what I didn’t know was just how powerful an effect it has on the brain, and just how distorted your hunger signalling becomes.
I was yet to discover my Intermittent Fasting system, but I already knew about the power of sugar, and that it was to be avoided.
Stay tuned for part two, where I start preparing for ‘beach season’…