I am still digesting all the emotions from my second powerlifting meet that took place on September 15 2018. I competed in the 60kg junior class in a meet of all female lifters. Post-competition blues don’t seem to be an issue with me because I don’t actually place a lot of emphasis on the competition…
I had friends in school, so this isn’t going to be a sob story about how I was socially isolated. I was anything but quiet and didn’t have ANY issues voicing my thoughts and opinions.
I know it can feel catastrophic to have not made any sizeable progress, but a lack of regression IS sometimes progress.
This is a sensitive topic because a new job has forced me leave the best strength gym in the GTA, leaving me to shop for a new place that is willing to accommodate my obnoxious grunting.
“What a creep. He asked if I needed a spot for my squats” So you want to be friends with, or more-than-friends with, a woman at your gym. However, being a male, you have the choice of either never approaching her, or risking being labelled as the gym creep or a**hole forever.
Shout out to Albert Einstein for the following quote: “Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.” Thankfully, I absolutely love change. This also means I have a laundry list of stupid training and nutrition decisions.
I already see this ruffling more than a few feathers.
Cardio is considered by the general public as a key driver of fat-loss. Move more + eat less = lose weight? Great concept… apparently unless you’re me.
The over-glorification of weight-loss has officially exhausted me and I’m determined to put an end to it.
Most people will warn you longterm dieting backfires eventually. However, you’ve finally mustered up the courage to face your fear of potentially failing. All is well until you eat two desserts and end up a month deep into dietary ignorance. Research suggests your strategy might be working against you.