A long time ago...
fat farm gym far, far away,
Ok not so far away and conveniently located near work,
I used to work out.
Then back towards the middle of August I reached one of my major strength goals and was supposed to start focusing on cardio to prep for hunting season. Thank goodness that I didn't draw a sheep tag this year, as I'm sure the prepping would have killed me before the hunt.
I really hate cardio. All kinds. Casual walking, HIT, machines at the gym, you name it, I'd rather not do it. Because doing an activity with no purpose beyond burning off fat that I worked hard shoveling unnecessary and unhealthy calories into my pie hole, just isn't fun. It's needed. It just isn't fun, or a priority.
So I let a couple of short term excuses break my gym habit for most of August. On Sept 27 I made it back to the gym and had only gained a couple of pounds back. Good for me. Then it was hunting season. Then I was so out of the habit of going I didn't manage to make it back into the gym until tonight.
While I'm talking about hunting season; I walked my tail off. That should have helped drop some pounds. At very least I should have lost the 2 lbs I gained over September, but Noooooo. I gained back 12 lbs and lost tons of strength and endurance.
The new goal is to lose that 12 lbs by the first of the year and then drop another 25 lbs by mid March. That works out to 37 lbs in 21 weeks or just under 2 lbs per week. I really love the eating holidays and I hate cardio. Did I mention how much I hate cardio?
For the record I still technically have a 405 lb squat, but it was only 1 set of 5 reps and it was hard even with a good ladder warm up. There is no way I could have gotten 25 reps in sets of 5 tonight, even if my life depended on it.