DaMayor's Rockin' Return to RFL
Jeeze....Do I really want to do this again? :hmmm:
Myehhhhh, what the hell. :winkfinger:
B.F.%- Higher than yours.
Alright folks, DaMayor's in the mid 240's again....The restaurant biz is long gone,the new house is remodeled, the old house is ready to be sold, DaMayor is jobless.....Time to get back to work. No excuse for not working out.
I will again be following Lyle McDonald's wonderful RFL plan. You people should know this by now, so I won't put anyone into a coma with a decription. Today, as for the rest of the week, I will be following a slightly modified version of the diet....this meaning that my fat intake is higher, and not closely monitored. Next week we will follow Lyle's plan to the letter.
Please preface all questions or comments with, "DaMayor is my tuna consuming idol"....bowing is optional.
Inside DaMayor's Head...sorry if it's a little cramped.
Reluctantly, I left my wife's office, dreading the thought of returning to the gym after another hiatus; another life-dictated, stress-induced, Holiday-bloated, Indolence-driven sabbatical.....I walked down the passage full of thin, aerobic-addicted types and made the turn which led to "the ramp", a stretch of hallway leading into the gym that was, and is, the point of no return. Once at the bottom, I quietly crept into the gym, passing the Nautilus machines and the treadmills, trying not to make eye contact with, or otherwise being noticed by, the people operating them. Once in the safety of more familiar free-weight surroundings, I began the same routine I had months earlier....The Routine Routine. This is my "return to the gym" routine during which I half heartedly work my way through standard excercises, working as quickly as possible as not to be noticed, usually with too much weight,(or at least the amount I was lifting max four months ago, and shouldn’t be starting with now) tremorous arms and what I perceive to be sub-par form. So, I methodically work my way through the routine routine, trying to concentrate….trying to stay focused on my breathing and range of motion instead of the guilt-induced paranoia that makes me wonder if the woman at the adjacent station is ogling me because of the huge weights I’m lifting or because I look as ridiculous as the idiot curling the olly bar in the squat rack. Regardless of my delusion, this will later become my standard program with a little more enthusiasm...maybe. Pulls downs, Seated Rows, Hammer presses, DB Presses, leg extensions, and leg presses....and after I get irked with myself for being so apathetic, I'll get back into squats, deads, rack pulls and other lifts I know I should be doing. So, as I have time and time again, I finish my routine much earlier than I think I should, get disgusted and limp back up the ramp, too absorbed in self disgust to notice the fatties and the soft skinnies running themselves to death on the treadmills. “Well, that wasn’t entirely terrible”, I think to myself. “After all, I am back on a very strict diet, and it has been a while since I’ve lifted”…….”I’ve been dealing with a lot of things lately…the business, the new house, the old house, employment….I just didn’t have time”, I think to myself, as if listening to the good angel on my right shoulder. Somehow, this self consolation doesn’t ease my frustration. Then, like clockwork, my inner motivational voice speaks out, “Knock it off, Lardo. If you hadn’t of bailed out, you wouldn’t be going through this routine routine junk! Keep your diet on point, tighten up your program, stay focused and quit bellyaching! GirlieMahhhn!” (My inner voice sometimes sounds like Schwarzenegger)
So, here I go again. Following a rock-solid diet that I know works better than any other reduction plan I’ve ever attempted, re-designing my workout routine, using the experience and (hopeful)wisdom that comes from spending years in the gym in hopes of creating an injury free routine, developing new recipes for tuna, and ready to see results.