Metamorphosis: How I lost 20 kg in 10 months (I)

“You’re becoming fatter”

I always wanted to write about my fitness journey. How I get to where I am now? It is not an easy journey. The whole experience tested my patience, willingness, boundary and most unforgivingly, pain threshold. I must admit that I have a very low pain threshold. And this experience is not going to stop here but keep going until the day I take my last breath.

So where do I begin. Seriously, if I am going to start from the beginning, it will take 10 seasons and 3 movies to finish it. Hence, I am going to start from my heaviest days back in 2012. Before I got into that part of the journey, I would like to write about how I got to my heaviest weight, 94kg+-2kg before I lost more than 20kg 10 months after that.

It may sound silly. Once upon a time, I believe that the only way to look good naked is to put on as much weight as possible. After all, all of the highest level bodybuilding competitors back then weight between 110 and 130kg. It could be higher these days. I must also say that I was silly enough to believe that these weight could be achieved by eating enormous amount of food without any chemical assistance. 

I gulped down litres after litres of fat free milk everyday. Broscience said GOMAD is a way to go. It is fat free too so it must be good for your health. That’s what the media promoted. 3 to 4 protein shakes per day with the hope of putting on muscle. Lots of chicken breast, canned tuna, brown rice, fruit smoothie, whole meal bread, healthy canned soup, whole grain cereal, muesli, protein bars and so on and on. 

Training wise, I did a lot of ego lifting. Super heavy weight. Swing them, jerk them, pretty much partial reps every rep. When I squat, I felt my lower back. When I bench, I felt impingement on my shoulder. When I shoulder press, I felt my lower back as well. When I deadlift, I felt my lower back again. The only things that I do somehow do better are pull ups and dips.

All hell break loose. My weight ballooned from mid 70 to mid 90. I was not happy and I want more because I believed that I need to get bigger to be better. Then, came one beautiful weekday afternoon. Everyone at work can finally breath a sigh of relief knowing that we all can enjoy our 30 minutes lunch break in the staff after a busy morning with our own set of unexciting routine works. It was beautiful because it was warm and no one have to put up with the staff room temperature, which can be scorching during winter and freezing during summer. Just let say there is no middle ground when either the heater or the cooler is on.

I took out my 4 wholemeal bread super sized sandwich with peanut butter, banana slice and melted cheese and a can of tuna with excitement. Happily took a big bite of sandwich and scoop a big chunk of tuna from the can with a tablespoon and put it in my mouth. Yes, I have weird taste buds. Food was tangoing inside my mouth with joy, I can image. The first slap in the face just came out of nowhere. “That’s a big meal. You’re becoming fatter” said one of my colleague. 

“I put on muscle too” I protested.

I don’t think she was trying to make me feel bad. However, I felt hurt.

(To be continued)

Sunday 19/06: Guiltfree Sunday

I used to hate myself for not being productive over the weekend. Especially when I spent most time lying in bed trying to squeeze out as much snooze as possible because I just want to not do anything. Perhaps, I may also just want to spend hours on social media, dating app, tv shows and porns. I felt that I am not progressing to my goal and waste a lot of times like I am going to wake up the next day realizing that I am turning 80, on life support and still living an average life to pay bills.

However, if I look back to the activities, which include both works, food prep, planning ahead from plan A to plan Z to make sure that I have certain tasks accomplished on daily basis and training, I slowly come to a realization that I deserve some brownie points for some intimacy time off with my queen sized bed.

I am opened up to the idea that my body would need to rest up enough to prep for challenges in the week ahead. I need the rest to grow muscle for my fitness competition. I need the rest to let my body recovered to do better in the training planned ahead for me by my evil coaches (I have more than one coach) who love to see me swearing in the middle of my training session. I can plan my refeed/ cheat meal properly. Most inportantly, clear my work thought off my head to find some balance between life and work. Some time is also open up to spend with loved one, even though I don’t drink, both of my sisters are busy with their lives and I am pretty much single as f*ck. 

So go enjoying the Sun on this Sunday if it is sunny or enjoying the Sunday if it is not sunny on this Sunday guiltfree. I am totally going to have some intimate moments with my bed guiltfree even though the Sun is out there greeting everyone with its reluctant smile on this cold Winter day in Melbourne after long streak of rainy days in the past week.

Start Somewhere

Start Somewhere

Have you ever thought about doing something but not sure if you’re ready? Self doubt, fear of failure, fear of success, uncertainties, perfectionism and so on and on seem to be the obstacles to stop us from making the step to see what happens on the other side of the rainbow.

For many years, these same old things have stopped me from starting up blog properly. Today is the day I decided that I am going to make the jump and take the leap of faith. And here I am, my spirit and the words in my head are lying barenaked here for everyone to see. I do sincerely hope that people will see this. All the nakednesses. I don’t care if people think that I have the worst grammar of all earthlings on this planet. Or even the worst contents to be put out there to bleed people’s eyes. I don’t want to care if I miss anything I want to put in a blog, which has stopped me time and time again to publish content because I keep adding things to these unpublished post to perfect them until I forgot about them. Who cares if something’s missing. And those spelling mistakes. I could go bankrupt if I get fined by spelling police everytime they find those uglily grostequed words. “F*ck! I just want a place to write my own sh*t!” my head said.

So what is my message here in this first post. To make something happens, we all have to start somewhere. I want to be a writer. I want an opportunity to have a feature column somewhere or a book published despite my sh*tty grammar. I want to inspire people to chase their dreams. And I am going to have my nose growing longer if I am a Pinocchio by saying that I am not driven by the thought of somehow getting crazily China rich from making big with this little step. Little step of starting somewhere. I f*cking paid to have this blog so it better leads me to somewhere. Crazy thought, yes, I think I am crazy if I look back to the things I’ve done so far.

And, yes, it is my glorious 6 packs in the featured image. Hence, the title ‘Life after 6 packs’. And that life actually started 4 years ago. That would be another story for another time soon.