TL Health and Fitness Initiative 2012 - Page 261

I'd say I'm just a bit emotionally invested in these.

First guy can barely afford food (and rent, and electricity...) for himself to start with; he has a two year degree in... something, from a state school, and a terrible job. He's actually only doing this because he has gained ~50 lbs since high school, his father has heart trouble at only 50 years old, and he really just wants to be healthy... but he has no idea of the "right way" to go about doing it.

The girl is still a student. She doesn't have any trouble affording $50 a month for pills that don't work. But she's also in a "good" sorority and she's got a lot of pressure to remain thin. She's had trouble with eating disorders in the past - again, a case of someone who doesn't have any clue of the right way to go.

If we could just successfully market TLHF, everything would be good in the world.

Long post ahead, so shut the fuck up and read.


So I guess it's due time, time for me to give an update on life, and how lifting weight and writing/reading this forum has changed my life. Be it for better or for worse, these lines are just a summary of what is going on, and what shall or might happen next.


Lifting weights is one of the craziest and most complete things in the world. To me they are a "never lose sight and always stay humble" kind of things, a bar with weight, never lies, you either can or can't. No "excuses", she doens't take none, no crying, she doesn't change her weight, she is what it is and I call it my beloved Mistress.

Right now my life is in a pretty "calm" stage. I found myself troubling through a couple of months this year but that's getting better and I'm feeling better. Life, once again, and lifting consists of 3 important things: Eating, Lifting and Routine.

1.- Eating.

It's so imporant, yet sometimes so overlooked upon, Dieting or not it's always a great asset to have control of. No excuses here either, you either eat good or fuck up your entire day by drinking a glass of coke, or eating shit you're not supposed to. Stop it. STOP IT. NOW. Don't joke around, and don't make excuses for yourself. People who make excuses or "bitchs" about this and that (I, still bitch, ask decaf haha) are not good lifters, nor they will ever be unless they get their shit together.

Want good advice? Write down everything you can eat, and you want to eat, give yourself a pat in the back once you complete a full week of healthy eating, then wait for two more weeks, and give yourself another pat. By that time, 3 weeks into good healthy diet, you'll feel like eating or drinking junk food is the devil, and that milk, meat and veggies are the greatest kind of food ever created. EVER.

So, Diet, keep it clean, and if you're bulking, eat a fuck ton, and keep it clean too. fucker.

2.- Lifting.
Lifting has become one of the key things in my life, I say this with all property and pride. It is MY time. I do not give a fuck about everything else but the weight I'm about to lift.

Sometimes my friends ask me "to skip a session and go drink". I tell them no, it is my alone time, the time that I get everyday to be by myself and prove myself that I can, that I am capable, that if my will and discipline is correct, no weight can stand in my way, and there's always a goal to reach, and after that goal, there's another one and so on.

Lifting, has got me through some deprevise times. It saved me from one of the greatest depresion streaks I've ever been into and it made me a better man, physically and mentally speaking.

Back in 2010, I was dating this girl (who I still love, she's the one for me, sucks that we can't be together). By the time we broke up, it hit me hard. So hard that I spent days without sleeping, without eating, I was a complete wreck. By the passing of months I got into a gym and started to lift with no real routine to do.

Second time with this girl (lol), then again it hit me hard, we broke up and it felt like shit, like complete and sucky shit, that and the passing of my grandpa really sent me to a new low to me, I had nothing to look forward to, nothing to aspire, nothing to really aim or be cheerful for.

Third time, and I can't say this enough to myself, I can't fucking believe it took me 3 times to notice and understand this. By the third time we broke up, I told her, this is the last time, never again. I'm done with this relationship, I can't do this anymore, it's not good, for me nor for you.

Everytime we broke up I was a complete disaster, anxiety attacks, no apetite, bad sleep. You name it, I had it. Call it love sickness. Each time we broke up, it took me, literally, 2-3months to get back up on my feet, and start "feeling" myself again. Everytime we broke up, I set "new goals for lifting" and broke them all too. Realizing this, I call every "Break up" the emotional trigger I needed to push myself even furter, even higher. And it worked.

Right now, I feel awesome, I'm in the best shape, all my lifts have great PR's. My squat is 2xBW, and I still have lot to give.

Lifting saved my life, and is to this day, the thing that I enjoy and cheerish the most throughout every day of ever week.

3.- Routine.
It feels like I left something hanging on the last point right?. Well this is it.

Keep your routine, let it be a life routine or a lifting routine. Keep it, don't fuck with it, remember what makes you feel good, and scrap that which does not.

I can stress this enough, KEEP YOUR FUCKING ROUTINE. The third time I broke up with said girl, it was easier for me, Why? Cause I knew. I knew it would take me a while to get back up, but I had my shit together this time, I was ready, I acknowledge the fact that sometimes I might feel anxious and soemtimes when remembering her I'd have no will to eat. Everytime I felt this, I'd tell myself "Remember what you do, remember your routine, this is known ground for you, you've done it, you've grown out of this, do it again. Ez ez pz".

And I did, I'm finally on that point where I feel good, I have no problem with myself, I don't doubt myself anymore, and neither shall you.

Keeping a good routine, helps you focus on stuff that is important, and helps you send to shit stuff that is not. As easy as that.

So, this is kind of weird coming from me, I usually don't write this much, and this probably won't make any sense to much of you, but I do feel my heart warm when someone in the thread breaks a PR or gets back up from a Injury.

EVERYONE RULES. Every single person taht posts, reads or even takes a glimpse a this thread for the sole curiosity of knowning what's lifting, you fucking rule.

All the guys, eshlow, Decaf, dimsum, drowsy, Froadac, FFGeneration, Rosa (you fucker), phyre, Malinor (You're a fucking boss), zafrumi, Donkeys, GoTunk (my south american lifting bro!), Deadeight, meShiet, and everyone one else I'm forgetting, but I still do read you, and always find encouraging your words of advice and courage.

So yes,

Funkie out.

btw todays workout:

Back Squat:
60kg, 90kg, 100kg, 110kg, 120kg, 130kg, 140kg, 155kg.
120kg, 125kg, 130kg, 135kg, 140kg x 3
100kg x 2 x 3

Chinups: 10-8-8 (heat killed me).

Deadlift:
5 x 140kg
2 x 150kg