As anyone knows who has undertaken the torture, hell challenge that is bodybuilding, muscles don’t come easy. And they certainly don’t come quickly. Observe: two weeks on a crappy diet (no pasta, bread, starch to speak of), daily workouts consisting of at least one hour of pumping heavier than usual weights for five sets instead of three, and at least three/four days of strenous cardio….I half expected to be sporting Arnold-size muscles by now. But NO. I can barely discern any noticeable difference in my bicep size. My hams and quads continue to jiggle, only slightly less than before. My booty is smaller…yes, Jeff noticed that one. Could it be that I will have to (gasp) actually work a little harder at this? I guess since I stay at home I could do cardio five days a week. I suppose that those ten pound weights could be fifteen by now. But hell, no, I won’t give up my wine/prosecco/sparkling sanity-keeping tonic anytime soon. I know that they say that the fruit of the vine is not conducive to getting “ripped”, but a life without vino is more like getting ripped off. I will tweak my cardio and weights accordingly, but friends, I won’t give in on the wine. Those muscles will come eventually, maybe just not as quickly as I had imagined.
Muscles, Muscles, Wherefore Art Thou, Muscles? September 24, 2008