“spin me thin”

From the Endomorph:

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Read it and weep … I am still going to gym …
The last pics I took all cam out a little blurry, think there might have been a few drops of sweat on the lens.
Anyway, I have been keeping (mostly) to my program and a couple of weeks ago, I started to get fed up with the same treadmill marathon that I had been in each day and decided to get on a bike ….
I hated it that first day, it was hell!!
As most chance meetings go, you may not quite be into the nose of the person that is sitting opposite you, or they may be brunette when you really only like blonds etc, but then after the second or third meeting you start having conversations with that person in your head, and start wondering what they would think of something you like and secretly you start hoping that they would like it too even thought they don’t have a nose like a button or dared to be brunette when you like blond.
Well that was my meeting with the stationary bike and cycling – a bicycle that you pedal and doesn’t move. A bicycle that makes you sweat harder than the poor sods that slapped together the pyramids of Giza and has you so aware of your out of shape, knee hitting stomach that you are tempted to un-saddle and commit Hari-Kiri right there by shoving a protein bar in your eye.
Still the oddest thing happened … I fell hopelessly in love with this no-wheeled machine of torture!
I can’t wait till it’s (what I now call it at home) #Spinning Time !!
I am currently on an hour per session and own a pair of red inner bicycle pants ! (Real men wear spandex you judgemental bastards)
Fine only ever wear bicycle shorts out in public if you are actually intending to get on some sort of bicycle within 30min of putting them on, otherwise it really is quite weird, verging on creepy and plain wrong.
Still, the are great if you have a bony ass and your gonna sit pedalling for an hour straight! Saves you from looking like you have Elephantitis in your balls the following day !
And my legs… Lord I got me some pretty man-sticks all of a sudden !!

I started using HIIT in combination with my workout and it definitely helps  to target that stubborn “endomorph” belly fat –
I think I actually look a little odd at the moment, my stomach is a lot smaller and even my “moons” a little but now I seem sort of awkwardly built and even more out of proportion than before!
I really hop that this is not a permanent and lasting shape but one that will even out eventually- please God !
Otherwise I will be known as the guy with the hot legs and great boobs – only funny when your talking about someone other than yourself.

Why I choose to rant about #Spinning, is just this … it is something that has grabbed my attention, has me going back for more, has me thinking about it when we’re apart and makes me abundantly  happy !!
#Spinning is my #gymcrack !
Everyone needs #gymcrack it’s a means to keep going, whether its overtraining your biceps so you look like the hulk, or doing slits in yoga, but find a little ray of happiness, a spot of sunshine to bask inn.
It just makes everything a little easier.
And if you are a big bear of an “endomorph” having a sleigh to pull you over the ice is just simply as brilliant as seeing a polar bear on a sleigh.

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“Be Breakfast Smart”

from the Endomorph:
I never used to eat anything in the morning,
in fact I used to be quite proud of the fact that I could stay without any breakfast until almost lunch time.

I thought this would also categorise me as a small eater and you should loose weight when you skip a meal like breakfast right ??…
Wrong…
Skipping breakfast is probably the worst thing an Endomorph can do!! As it is we are like bears coming out of hibernation when we first wake up, because our metabolism is so slow. It is like trying to start an oversized antique diesel engine …. and now try starting it without any fuel !
That is exactly the problem – the metabolism stays shut down when the Endomorph refrains from adding fuel to the Engine = no metabolism = no burn = no energy = no weight loss – in fact … your body might actually try and push fat into hard to reach places because it is fooled into thinking that it will need storage due to pending starvation … say hello to a beer gut even if you don’t drink and ……..MAN BOOBS (aka moobs) the breakfast deprived body of an endomorph will push fat straight into the chest, because the chest muscles are so small and the least of the bodies metabolic action is concentrated in the chest.
If you really read up on muscle function you will see that “moobs” are like two litte fat silo’s under the neck and that if you are a slow burner you gotta really work at all the areas surrounding your “moobs” to burn the fat stored.

I carry most of my fat storage on my “moobs” and stomach and strangely most research shows that HIIT cardio along with weight training is more effective at getting rid of these little body snags than any diet alone.
I have actually now been converted to believe that there is no such thing as an effective diet, I hate the word ! I believe that the best diet is, not to diet but to be “food smart” …. you need to eat to loose weight !
So since the beginning of this month I have been “breakfast smart” and it started off real rocky, shaky and bumpy !
You have to find something you like to eat in the morning …. and something you like to MAKE in the morning. Making breakfast takes time … and if your a slow morning person ya aint gonna be flipping omelettes every morning, sometimes you can just fit in a bowl of oats and a bit of fruit and that is still 1 million  times the power of #no-breakfast.
#note … main stream cereals with animations on pretty coloured fun filled boxes are no good for breakfast especially if you are trying to loose fat , they are sugary sweet fat-traps , no matter how high in fibre the tell you they are, have way too much oestrogen and preservatives … you unfortunately have to be a little more inventive – even a piece of steak and 2 egg whites make a better breakfast than a bowl of , off the shelf serial!! (unless your 13 and burning fat at the temperature of the sun)
This morning I had a owl of oats with a banana and blueberries – cooked it in 5 min ate it in 3 , still had time to shave!
Interestingly enough – if you want to know why oats are good and a slow release energy food – leave your empty bowl unwashed for a while and see how long it takes you to get it clean later … like forever – not even water softens it up , it’s like cement! Same in your stomach, slow to digest but not heavy on digestion, low in fat + high in fibre and energy ! Follow with a protein shake , no milk mix with water and you got yourself a “super smart breakfast”.
If you have time to cook a steak – thats amazing – I’ll be right over !
Alternatively boil 3 eggs the night before – peel – strip the yolk – shop a red and yellow mini pepper – and bingo another great breakfast – on my menu for tomorrow morning !
So eat up Endomorphs – eat – burn – eat – burn – workout – trim up !
If this fatty can pull it off – so can you xoxo

“The Brutal Kindness of Strangers”

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from the Endomorph …

Remarkably, I haven’t quit, in fact I just got back from gym ! (#goldstar)
Sundays have become one of my  days to go to gym, it real quiet and for an hour I have the floor almost to myself and thats great if you want to try out a new workout and still feel a little clumsy !
The Truth … my weight hasn’t changed that much since my last update …
The Truth … I have lost body fat and my jumpers don’t look like I am trying to find a substitute for spandex anymore!
The Truth … I would have loved the scale to say :”wow your awesome you lost pounds” but scales don’t talk they just point and point out!!
The Truth … About a week ago I burst out crying because it felt like someone had used formaldehyde on my body and I was doomed to stay the same forever !! … and then a stranger told me to pull myself towards myself and that I didn’t get fat overnight and wouldn’t get thin overnight either … brutally honest opinions from strangers can piss you off enough to keep going!
The Dare … I have promised myself that over the next two weeks I will post a report with photo’s of a much slimmer me.
I have started to really focus on what I eat with much greater clarity than before, instead of starving myself I am eating small amounts on a regular basis. I have also started taking more time to prepare food in advance instead of trying to find something adequate at a moments notice … it doesn’t work.

“a little confession”…
“forgive me Father – for I wanted to commit the sin of desperation cheating”
(enter the Endomorph)
so here goes, don’t judge me too harshly ,but …
patience has never been one of my greatest virtues and this week I sneaked down to the pharmacy to beg for some miracle pill that will take the hunger away, or kill it completely (lowering head in shame)
(enter the girl behind the counter)
“thats fine” she said, “but just let me read you a little something on the leaflet here before you start swallowing”,and she started pausing between facts with a raised eyebrow.
“Side effects !”
“May cause renal failure” (raised eyebrow)
“May cause sever dizziness and heart palpitations (raised eyebrow)
“May cause shortness of breath (eyebrow still raised )
“May cause neurological damage “(still raised)
“May cause sleeplessness and agitation “(still raised)

“So”  she said, “Whats wrong with you, I thought you wanted to be healthy and in shape and be proud of your body, ain’t no one proud when they pissing themselves and cranky !!”
“Your legs working”, she asked
“Yes mam “, I said…
“Your arms working”, she asked
“Yes mam” I said ….
“Well you ain’t gonna be needing any shit like this then!” she said
“Yes mam” I said …
I left without a quick solution and I went to gym completing my program for the day feeling grateful that in a world where we seldom meet someone who cares enough what they leave us with, someone gave a damn!
And since I have to healthy arms and legs and a (relatively) good heart, I have no right to destroy or be ungrateful for the gifts I do have.
I went for a walk this week along the beach and thought how lucky I was to walk down the beach, a healthy guy who just needed to show his belly who was boss.

I also have a new friend … those are as hard to come by as flat stomachs !

“The dark stare of the gym-gods”


from the Endomorph:
Nothing is more sad than weighing inn after a month and finding your weight is exactly, I mean to the decimal of where it was before.
It feels as if someone has stuck a hypodermic needle in my stomach and filled it with formaldehyde !
It also feels as if the gym gods have turned their backs on me and have dropped me in some kind of sick state of suspended animation.
I have not lost a single ounce of weight over the past month.
I have cut out sugars,
milk,
bread,
cheese,
fries,
SODA,
and still …. nothing ??
It’s almost heartbreaking to me, even if I weighed in at 2kg’s lighter, I would have been less disheartened !
What now,
do I simply stop all of this, except my fate and walk away !!
I have done that my entire life …. accepted things and walked away.
I accepted abuse as a young adult and lived with it for 10 years before I finally did something about it.
I have walked away from opportunities than I can count because I had no faith in myself or the world around me.
I have given up on so many things and so many people in my life that it can easily said that I have given up on myself.

In the instance where a parent turns away from us, or a spouse severely abuses us, perhaps we can place the blame for a very short time in the hands of another.
However when we just give over to the “FEELING” of defeat and walk away from opportunity because we are not looking for another way to achieve out goals, then there is no where to put the blame but in our own hands.
I don’t want to walk away from something I believe in for once just because it hasn’t turned out exactly the way I intended for it to do.
The condition that my body is currently in is the result of lifestyle choices I have made over the past couple of years, something I did to myself.
I should know better than most that abuse inflicted on the human body cannot be undone in the single space of a month where the neglect suffered continued for such an extensive period of time.
I didn’t look after my diet for at least 36 months.
I ate without consequence and drank about 8 litres of “Coke Zero” on an average day.
I poisoned myself, and now…. I am angry about it, and don’t get why the weight is not just melting away like ice.
I have little option but to seek penance in the eyes of the “gym-gods” and hope at some point of time perseverance and dedication will pay off.
I am not going to just give up so easily this time.
Walking away from fitness means turning my back on myself, on hope for myself and most likely a better life.

“Cosmetic Fitness”

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I know guys who look great at 40 even with sporting fine lines, they still look youthful and younger than their years.
For some of us though the tendency to frown a lot leaves us a little older looking than we would actually like to be.
It’s one thing to get glasses and look wiser,
it’s another to get deep lines and look older.

Age is not an enemy, it’s a natural part of the progression of life and happens to everyone.
How we age however is a personal choice.
We can choose to protect our skin from the sun, delete the creeping grey from our hair and we can stay fit, or not.
Personally I am choosing the former, I don’t want to look like my dad did at 45, I want to look like the dude on the camel in “Sex in the City #2!”
As I have aged, I have kept a fairy simple but adequate moisturising routine. A defence against the harshness of the African sun and the sever air-conditioned environment that I spend most of my working life inn.
Still I have developed deeper and more distinctive frown lines in my 30’s that I am also very sure is a little hereditary as most of the older generation of men in my family have sported them from their mid 30’s.
It is very unlikely that any moisturiser or facial peel will eliminate any of these lines, I don’t care if it’s made from the sperm of a lama thats been mixed with supernatural seaweed only found on the beaches of an Island no one has discovered except for the cosmetic company that makes it.

It seems that there are very limited choices as to non-surgical solutions to the problem.
Botox is one of them .
Would I do it ???
Yes I would .
I colour my hair (chemical) I take supplements (some chemicals) I eat chicken (probably more chemicals than Botox)

I think that is we work hard at getting our self in shape and we have crossed the line where moisturisers and slug slime help to eliminate creases under the eyes and wrinkles and lines, it’s great to have a choice to another alternative.

Botox (onabotulinumtoxinA) is a 10 min procedure that should leave you with a
smoother, younger looking skin. It should last anything from between 3 – 6 months and is less expensive than invasive plastic surgery,
and I would have to guess therefore less traumatic.

I cannot yet write a personal review in the regards of Botox, but have decided to use it as a “personal prize” to myself when I reach a certain weight within the next couple of months.

The research that I have done shows that it very rarely has any major side effects.
It is not harmful to the eyes and is often used to treat twitching eyelids.

I will however follow the following advice !!!
See an experienced Botox practitioner or reputable plastic surgeon only that specialises in Botox.
(don’t compromise on this man, you don’t want to look like you land outside as a lost member of some intergalactic race)
Be honest with your health care practitioner regarding any illness that you suffer from to any medications that your on !! (it’s not malpractice if they never knew!!)
Follow post and pre injection instructions very carefully and make sure you have received these instructions !
Report side effects immediately – a limpy eye is as sad as a limpy …
DON’T EVER JOIN A BOTOX PARTY – happens at a party at someones house  …( theres a reason why people pay thousands to study for years to be able to do these kind of things!! )
It would be awesome to get any comments on this, and hear from people who have actually had Botox!
Convinced or not ???
Remember it’s your body, it’s your choice, never let anyone ever talk you into stuff like this , be 100% sure for yourself !

“Blood, sweat and tears”

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from the Endomorph :
the replay …

If this were a journal I think it would have to read something like this:

May 14th 2013

Traffic, strikes and a country in turmoil .
Chaos has followed me around the entire week , robbing me of my spare time, trapping me in a situation that I cannot change as
an individual, leaving me frustrated and angry!
I am not alone, I share this frustration with thousands of others.
Again in an already failing economy our entire public transportation system has been sabotaged by nationwide strikes.
Thousands of people are left stranded and battle to find their way to work and back home again.
The roads are flooded with cars and jammed from one end to the other.
A 30 min journey is taking 2 hours to complete, sometimes more.
Our governments sits back, takes little notice of the man trying to put food on his table, why should they, when they have been put there
to govern without cause.
It’s known that they are escorted during their travels with brigades of armoured cars flashing blue lights so that all must stand aside and let them pass.
Not so easy for the rest of us.
South-Africa is infected with corruption, a disease spreading so deep into her core that I doubt if she will ever be cured again.
South-Africa is dying.
Even the beautiful die. A beautiful country has collapsed, left alone to die, with no one to care for her in the last years of her life.
Most of us don’t know how, we’re not qualified.
The ones who are  qualified steal her last riches while she is down and use her weakness against her. It’s the perfect time,
the world is too busy to care. Too many countries are ill with the same infection. And unfortunately for us South-Africa does not belong to the debutantes of Europe.
She is left, no one noticing as she comes crashing down the flight of stairs. The pretty girls from the right side of the tracks steal the show, no one will help her up, eventually it will be too late.
People who no longer live here make documentaries of what a miracle the transition was. How amazing it was to see a country change it’s values. They ran from the transition though, they do not suffer with the rest of us, there is no miracle in corruption.
There is no democracy if the only change is changing the victim.
There is no democracy if the initial victim has never been healed.
There is no democracy if hate has just changed colour.
The miracle most of us wanted was just a magic trick, flawlessly executed, fooling us into believing we will become strong together, when the plan was to separate us even more.
The smart ones saw it coming and left quickly, before the world closed their doors to us.
The rest of us are sitting in traffic, wondering when the price of fuel will increase again, and how our president will spend foreign aid on his family home instead of the desperately hungry and homeless.
Then again we won’t know, because after the great “miracle” the #SECRECY ACT of South Africa prevents us talking about it.
Our leaders have convinced the world that they are now looking after their own, that we are singing and dancing hand in hand in the street, the rest is a secret to everyone.
My friend from Zimbabwe tells me their country had caught the same kind of flu many years ago for which there was no cure until the day of her death.
Make a documentary about that miss Theron and Bishop Tutu.
Tell the world how we have come together as a nation, together in our equal neglect, our equal desperation, our equal devastation.
Tell them from your home in Miami and your lounge on the hill.
Another magic trick! Forget to interview the man and woman living in an informal settlement, still living there since the “miracle”,
still without running water, still without a toilet , still without a school, a doctor or bed.
Show me the miracle of this while we are standing in a road lined with homes made from garbage and scrap, and I will show you
a magic trick too…
but this is not a journal, this is a blog about fitness, so whats my point.
Point is … fuckers robbed me of my gym time and it was virtually impossible to get to do something that ads meaning to my life because of the ripple effect caused by my current every day situation.

fast forward …

I get that all the “super-hero’s” say fitness is the mentality to create time to accommodate a dedicated lifestyle.
I failed terribly at this, I could barley manage to accommodate brushing my teeth never mind my fitness routine.
They never tell you what to do when that happens in the “body for life” and “super abs in 60 second” books.
I was going strong, and then I just couldn’t get to gym.
Did I gain a pound. Perhaps I did.
Did I suffer the wrath of the gym gods, n0 I didn’t !
Things happen to normal people.
The blood, sweat and tears we spend just getting through the average day is enough to show us that we are not quitters!
We are already dedicated to the impossible, SURVIVAL!
So I have to go to gym on a Sunday to catch up, same as working late to catch up.
So I lost a day or two and ate inconsistently, but those were the circumstances, and that was the best I managed to do.
The one thing I have learned from excepting a glitch here and there is that it is easier to get back into balance as soon as things even out a bit.
When the ocean is rough you can’t fish.
When life is rough you can’t always get to gym.
Try and restore the balance (***note to self) first by calming yourself down,
this will have better results when your working out anyway!
However fess up and grow a pair, don’t just walk away forever, a few days or a week is not forever!
As “Dori” says in #Finding Nemo “JUST KEEP SWIMMING!”
There is a truth to gym, and life and dieting that we should never forget,
“FALL DOWN 7 TIMES, GET UP 8!! “,
Sorry it’s not the secret to getting abs in 60 seconds that I just dedicated to myself more than any one else here, but perhaps I have talked myself into getting my ass back on the treadmill today and getting back to beating that unsightly bulge that makes flying coach even more terrible than …. well flying coach !

“Just keep swimming dudes!”

“Joe Manganiello ” body inspirations

I would love to say ultimate “Endomorph” cause what barbell grabbing “Endomorph” in his right mind
wouldn’t like to look like that ???
And the bitch can even turn his ass into a wolf – giving new meaning to the saying “every dog has his day” !
He is probably from the compact “Mesomorph” variety, but whichever , whatever , the dude packs muscle like mussels packs on rocks .

Some people find inspiration in inspirational quotes,
some find it in the abs of others ….
guess which one I am.