A while ago I posted the following photo. It was a progress picture and around that time I said that my goal for the next few weeks was to get cut up…meaning to lower my body fat a little through a slight cutback in caloric intake and an increase in cardio.
After the passing of several weeks you may be curious to know what I look like now. The following photo was taken this morning.
That’s right, not too much of a difference between the first and the second photo…if anything my abs have faded a bit in the second photo. The reason is that I’ve been eating with a shovel instead of a fork. That’s almost true. I certainly have been living the past weeks without regard to my caloric intake and on top of that I haven’t been keeping to my regular gym schedule. Am I upset? Not at all. True, I missed my goal which was to be significantly more cut by today but as happens now and then, life got a little crazy. It’s something that everybody who trains understands. Most of the time with a little extra effort you can get those workouts in but occasionally there are weeks when for some reason or another you just don’t. As most of you know my father fell a few weeks ago. He was unfortunately unable to recover from surgery and after lingering for a short while he passed away. During those weeks I had other things to command my attention and my workouts were not in the absolutely-must-attend-to column. Events like these happen in everybody’s life. Experienced lifters don’t even give it a second thought. Flexibility is something we’ve learned over the years. If something comes between you and your gym plan, you just adjust and pick it up when you can.
Life happens! No problem! Dust off and keep going!
Oh, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve:
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
‘S a sma’ request;
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss ‘t!Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin
Baith snell an’ keen!Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ wast,
An’ weary winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here beneath the blast
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter’s sleety dribble
An’ cranreuch cauld!But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain
For promis’d joy.Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But, och! I backward cast my e’e
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!