I keep on having dreams where my teeth fall out. Last night, I had a 3 hour dream where I looked into the mirror and several of my front teeth were gone. I then felt my mouth and three more teeth came out in my hand. I started to panic, trying to put them back, and that’s when I woke up.
This happens pretty regularly. I would say I have this type of dream at least once every two weeks.
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I try to eat at least 3000 - 3500+ calories.
Honestly, my greatest difficulty is fitting more clean calories into my schedule. It’s easy to eat shit, call it dirty bulking, and get that 3,000+ calories a day. However, it’s difficult to eat 4 eggs, which only add up to about 400 calories total (egg yolk + whites), then turn around and eat again about 2.5 or 3 hours later.
I wish that I could sit at home and eat natty all day, but I have class and work. Some days, I’m at school from 9am to 9pm, so it becomes very difficult to consume the proper amount of calories a day. I actually have a calendar set up with my phone that tells me when to eat. I’ve found this very helpful, because when I’m on schedule, I’m never hungry, so I never remember to eat. In fact, I often need to force myself to eat more, because eating clean calories at such a high volume is difficult for me.
Needless to say, I have a fast metabolism and don’t worry about my fat percentage.
But this is just me complaining. I’m sure it’s very difficult to come from the other end of the spectrum and struggle with a slow metabolism.
I feel so mad at myself. There were a dozen things I could have done, and I wasted my time.
Yeah, it was fun and I loved it, but I felt so shitty afterwards. It’s like eating donuts or your favorite candy, and knowing that it goes against everything you’ve worked for, essentially nullifying any efforts you’ve made in the last 6-12 months. It’s like skipping meals because you’re too lazy to eat, squandering any recent lifts you’ve made, giving them nothing to build your muscle with.
I’ve been doing a lot of that stuff lately.
I need to spend some time and reflect on what it is I’m trying to accomplish here, and seriously set out after it. Everything is a constant reminder of past failure to do my best.
There are three of them; a morbidly obese son, father, and fat friend. The father and son look alarmingly alike. They both bear shocking resemblance to the Pillsbury Doughboy, if he was nearsighted and profusely sweaty. The friend is a textbook basement dweller. He often comes in with his oversized hoodie (complete with fox ears) and motorcycle goggles, spewing new World of Warcraft statistics.
Bruce had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile].
So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.”
I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” –and we’re still running-” if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.”
He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles.
Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?”
He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”
I think that I just need to learn to enjoy eating for utility rather than enjoyment.
I’ve based my diet roughly off of the plan outlined in Zyzz’s Bodybuilding Bible. Since I am a “hard gainer” I am trying to consume about 3000+ clean calories a day, based on my daily caloric maintenance requirement of approximately 2000 calories.
I’ve started preparing meals ahead of time and consuming them every 2.5 hours.
They all look something like this:
So the plan is I eat a grain cereal for breakfast given that you wake up carbohydrate deficient. I usually fudge this a little bit just because I am lazy in the morning, I have a good metabolism, and I figure the important part is that it’s a carbohydrate base. The extra fat gained from the sugar content of the cereal is minimal. As long as I’m not eating fucking Captain Crunch or some shit, I’m willing to just let breakfast slide.
I eat one of my planned meals between lunch, one for lunch, and then one before dinner. Dinner is usually some kind of fish. I typically eat salmon burgers for the oils and lean protein.
My post workout shake is currently a weight gainer called Optimum Nutrition Serious Mass. It gives me about 500 calories as a base, then I drink it with whole milk and a banana, giving me about 200+ additional calories. Depending on how I feel, I sometimes also drink this before bed, automatically bringing me up to 1400+ calories, excluding my other meals.