Bulking’s not all fun and booty gains. It is a means of putting on muscle, which comes with extra pressure to lift heavier, bloating, and extra fat with every increase.
Welcome to the highs and lows of 22 weeks out on a lean bulk!
The competitor series continues! Here’s a nerdy little video if you’re interested in checking out what’s in my gym bag, my workout playlist and what supplements I take. I am working on evolving my YouTube Channel and open to any video requests or suggestions on how to improve it. Thanks guys!
The competitor series begins. I’ve got 23 weeks to go before my competition and lots of work to do. To kick off my series of videos I thought I’d share a full Sunday of eating on a lean bulk with you. Enjoy!
I have an announcement. I’m doing two things that really scare me: getting my Youtube channel going and… doing a fitness competition.
Long distance is hard. Before leaving I already know the visit will be too short. I’m already heartbroken because I’ve spent the week researching the realities of moving down to California and the work and cost involved are beyond what I could have imagined. But I board the full plane to Seattle, my first stopover, and take a … [Read more…]
We didn’t get much time to actually see Paris. When we weren’t working at the expo we were cuddled warmly in our apartment with my family. We had one dinner at a friend’s apartment and one dinner at my Turkish family’s restaurant down the street. We had one free afternoon where we pranced over to Galleries Lafayette, ate some … [Read more…]
Oh I have so much to fill you in on. I just returned from California, but before I get to that I must give you the promised Part 2 to Paris. Light on words, heavy on fashion. Because that is why we came to Paris.
It’s easy to make the scale the enemy. You’re working out, you’re eating well, and then you step on the scale and “What the f-?!” Enter self loathing and judgment. I never used to be able to weigh myself without it ruining my entire day. The number always scared me. It scared me the day I … [Read more…]
At the airport before flying to Toronto, and then onto Paris, I wrote this: “It’s been two years since I left you. Almost thirty years that I’ve loved you. When I last saw you my life was still in shreds. I was traveling through Europe and living out of my carry on with no real … [Read more…]