Sunday, July 17, 2005
Super Size Me Too
So, with the recent phenomenon of reality based docu-drama movies that have come out, I've given some serious thought into making one of my own. The only thing really stopping me is the fact that I don't own a video camera.
I'd make a sequel to "Super Size Me" which basically cured me of McDonald's for life. I rented it the day before my first meeting with my trainer, Jerry. This sequel would be called, "Super Size Me Too" - but it would be about gaining 20 pounds of muscle instead of fat. It would be my struggle to gain weight in the form of lean muscle mass in 5 months in order to:
A) Live a healthier life
B) Not worry about throwing my back out every time I do some home improvement project
C) Look decent in the hottub on the next cruise
So, the first scenes would be me going to 3 different doctors for a physical. They'd not only measure my body fat and BMI, but also take blood samples to check my liver, cholesteral, etc. Everything - a full physical. I've done that and I wasn't very happy with the results. My BMI is fine, but I was 23.1% fat and my LDL was high. My liver seemed o.k., but I'm on that toenail medication again, so I suspect that could be better.
Anywho, they'd measure everyhing, then I'd hit the gym - HARD! I'd have trainers (plural! trainers!) who would get my body in show quality in 5 months. I'd have nutritionists and people with taste dressing me.
At the end of 5 months, I would hope for a net gain of 20 pounds and a % fat less than 15%. That would mean a net pure muscle gain of about 30 pounds.
Now, that would be cool.
O.K. I'm not all muscle headed now vs. who I was before I starting hitting the gym, but I am different. I'm eating much better and drinking water. Yes, me! Drinking water! Who'dathought? I'm really conscience of the musclebound guys at the gym who seem to all take on the same persona while working out. The "look at me" guys - and gals too for that matter. I have to make sure I don't become them while I get bigger. They're not my goal - some of them are downright jerks.
I was thinking yesterday about dancing, and if having muscles will interfere with my ability to dance and have fun. I don't think my metabolism has changed much - I mean I seem to have the same amount of energy, but I also feel heavier.
Hmmm. Anywho, off to the gym now - it's legs and abs today - joy!
I'd make a sequel to "Super Size Me" which basically cured me of McDonald's for life. I rented it the day before my first meeting with my trainer, Jerry. This sequel would be called, "Super Size Me Too" - but it would be about gaining 20 pounds of muscle instead of fat. It would be my struggle to gain weight in the form of lean muscle mass in 5 months in order to:
A) Live a healthier life
B) Not worry about throwing my back out every time I do some home improvement project
C) Look decent in the hottub on the next cruise
So, the first scenes would be me going to 3 different doctors for a physical. They'd not only measure my body fat and BMI, but also take blood samples to check my liver, cholesteral, etc. Everything - a full physical. I've done that and I wasn't very happy with the results. My BMI is fine, but I was 23.1% fat and my LDL was high. My liver seemed o.k., but I'm on that toenail medication again, so I suspect that could be better.
Anywho, they'd measure everyhing, then I'd hit the gym - HARD! I'd have trainers (plural! trainers!) who would get my body in show quality in 5 months. I'd have nutritionists and people with taste dressing me.
At the end of 5 months, I would hope for a net gain of 20 pounds and a % fat less than 15%. That would mean a net pure muscle gain of about 30 pounds.
Now, that would be cool.
O.K. I'm not all muscle headed now vs. who I was before I starting hitting the gym, but I am different. I'm eating much better and drinking water. Yes, me! Drinking water! Who'dathought? I'm really conscience of the musclebound guys at the gym who seem to all take on the same persona while working out. The "look at me" guys - and gals too for that matter. I have to make sure I don't become them while I get bigger. They're not my goal - some of them are downright jerks.
I was thinking yesterday about dancing, and if having muscles will interfere with my ability to dance and have fun. I don't think my metabolism has changed much - I mean I seem to have the same amount of energy, but I also feel heavier.
Hmmm. Anywho, off to the gym now - it's legs and abs today - joy!
