Hi, my names GymFitDad and I’m an addict… part 1

Hi, my names GymFitDad and I’m an addict… part 1

Though my life, I have had many hobbies and interests ranging from petrol RC cars to camping, all of these hobbies and interests to date have been something I have enjoyed massively at one stage or another in my life however over time, I have afforded less and less time for them and eventually given up completely when either something else came along or I simply lost interest.

 

Fitness for me however has been a total game changer, from the first day that I went to the not so local community centre gym to begin lifting weights with my friend Darren, I was addicted. The walk to this community centre gym was a little over 3.3miles, I remember this as it was so far that for the first few days I was having to use my google maps application on my iPhone 3g in order to find my way to the gym. Sure, their were gyms closer however when I begun lifting, I weighed a shade over 8 stone and could barley fill out a size small in the mens section and a lot of my friends went to the local gyms and I was too embarrassed to stand besides them and train to begin with, at least so I thought. 

 

Just a few weeks into training and i could tell a difference already, before i used to eat for the taste and just to survive with most days consisting of just one meal per day, not out of anything other than just not been bothered or hungry to eat more than that. Food for me however then became a tool, going back to the old ethos of ‘you are what you eat’. I begun to eat not just more foods but foods of a calculated nature, instead of just throwing anything down my neck like most people my age into fitness. 

 

I always read the nutritional profiles first to ensure i met my daily protein recommendation (at this stage i was not bothered too much about fats and carbs as any weight was good weight) as recommended by an online app i found whilst reading the message boards on http://bodybuilding.com within just 4  weeks I was already up over a stone. Granted this was not lean tissue gains but going from a skeleton frame which I had at the start, it looked like good, solid gains. I began to get noticed for training, unlike some people who had to bring it into conversation and say ‘oh i have been to the gym X times this week’ in order to get some sort of comment about how they looked, people would look at me and be shocked telling me how much better i looked now for having more weight on me.

 

The message boards for me from the likes of http://ukmuscle.co.uk and http://musculardevelopment.com became like scripture to me, it was astonishing for me that i could be on the boards chatting away to competitors and professionals of this sport as if they were just ordinary people which made me quickly loose track of time and i began sitting on my laptop until the early hours every night yearning for more information, just needing that fix of information before i was able to go to sleep. I was always looking for that new ‘JUST IN’ training method, technique or food source which would be unheard of to my friends and would take my physique quickly to the next level however the more I learned, the more I learned that this sport was a marathon not a sprint. 

 

Another draw to spend more times on these boards where their site sponsors from all manors of different companies including sportswear, gym apparel and protein stores who regularly offered up free items just for posting, in any given week you could win anything from a pair of gym shorts to a years supply of whey protein without all the usual competition hurdles you have to jump through like filling out forms or subscribing to other sites. 

 

To be honest though, i never really bothered with the competitions to win workout clothes and sportswear as throughout my teens i was a tracksuit wearing youth which meant i had ample amounts of workout clothes i could utilise however the free bodybuilding supplements definitely saved me a fair amount of earache from my mum as i could then have a shake instead of raiding the fridge!

 

As I started college my addiction grew, unlike most people at college who were into the latest brands, I was happy with my sportswear and workout clothes as my daily outfit as my money was much better spent on things for my body rather than for peoples approval. 

 

I began calorie counting like never before, not like an IIFYM sort of person but more of a ‘i’m bulking so can justify a large big mac meal as if i also go for a strawberry milkshake it will be 2000 calories extra from one meal’ in a similar was a dominos pepperoni passion pizza contains 80g of protein. I picked out the facts that justified the foods to me and left out the nutritional facts which would detract them from me wanting to indulge in them. To this very day I still do not know (nor do i want to know) how much fat is in either of these 2 meals.

 

Because of this knowledge and my fast metabolism, my body seemingly adsorbed the goodness and put it to use without me reaping the disadvantages of the exogenous amounts of fats and carbs i took in per day.


In just a year I went from around 8 stone to over 12 stone which meant that cheap workout clothes became my best friend, I could not afford to be buying the latest and greatest items of sportswear simply because i knew that i would outgrow them in a few months. I still have gym shorts now that are too small for me but instead of buying more i simply cut them up the sides so that my growing quads/hammies would fit. It’s a good job my metabolism was so forgiving as i wouldn’t of been so lucky if my waist also grew as cutting the waistband on my gym shorts would not of faired as well haha!

Gym Fit Dad Posted by Gym Fit Dad

I am a modern day superhero (in the eyes of my child) who likes to lift heavy and enjoy life, please read my blog as I take you into my mind as I try to keep the scales of life balanced between been a fun dad and fiancee whilst still not looking out of place whilst wearing gym shorts and vests. Doing so means that I often have to measure body fat allover my body using a skinfold caliper to keep my mind at bay as I fear sometimes if I am not going forward, i am going backwards.

 

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