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so i've been weight training for a few weeks now at my gym. one of the trainers offered to train me twice a week for free, so i took her up on her offer. she's trying to keep me on low weights with high repetitions, but already i'm seeing a dramatic difference in my muscle tone and even in my strength. on her off days i'm lifting alone, and i use heavier weights with lower reps, because i think not-so-secretly i want to have humongous, ripped muscles, like a body builder. and results are developing so quickly, i'm amazed. now, i know i can't get *too* big, just biologically speaking it's not possible for me to look like those grotesque women body builders, but in the past few days i feel worried when i flex my arm muscles, because they seem to be getting really big, almost scary looking, and other people are starting to notice too. anyone know the pros and cons of gaining a fuckload of muscle mass? |
the pros are that it feels great and looks great. being physically strong affects everything else about your life. the con is that you either make a lifetime commitment to it, or you lose it very rapidly once you slow down or stop training. the older you are, the more quickly you lose the strength you've gained. when i was competing in horse trials, i ran 30 miles a week and rode five or six horses several hours a day, in addition to shoveling tons of shit. i was very very strong. the first time i had a bad crash and broke things, causing a two week layoff, i declined so much it took two months to get back. it hurt, it scared me, and the next time it happened it hurt worse. then when i was in rehab for a month, part of the program was training at a sports medicine place with actual specialists. my program was designed for exactly what i wanted to do (keep on running) and when (now and forever) and those guys were good. having a fuckload of muscles gives you a sense of control and wellness; being physically strong is useful, too. you can lift stuff if you need, and hurt things and people if you need, and not get tired. the sensation of the muscles under your skin, attached to your bones, is both soothing and exciting. it also makes you vulnerable to minor injury, complacency about taking care of yourself in other ways, and you will need to come to Sacramento to shop, because you will be extra buff, and everyone here wears Size 2. do you remember the picture on my refrigerator? of the 86 year old body builder? i keep her there always. right in front of the pie. love, sheila |
the effect I'm hoping to achieve is a great round firm ass and strong lean thighs. I think it's starting to work, except it's having the frightening effect of making my pants seem tighter around the ass and thighs. I guess that's because the muscle isn't as yielding as the fat. (I hope it's not because I've taken to drinking red wine all the time.) my ass is getting higher and rounder, which is cool. but. what I really want is an end to the cellulite. I have some in the back. I know that 90 percent of women have it and all, but I want to work my way into the other 10. is it hopeless? genetics is against me on this one. but it seems to me that, ok, cellulite is fat. it's fat that's not firmly connected to anything. maybe I can either gain so much muscle mass underneath that the fat gets stretched even across it, under the skin. or I can try to burn fat, and eventually the fat deposits on my butt will have to leave. because I basically don't have any fat anywhere else. a little on my tits, I guess, but that is too awful to think about losing. so, since I have ridiculously scrawny arms, and since you can see my rib cage through my skin, and since my hip bones push out farther than my belly, and since I don't have fat ankles or calves -- therefore, if I burn any fat, really, it's gonna have to come off my ass and thighs. I can get rid of the cellulite look by just getting rid of the fat. is this possible? I don't really mind the amount of fat I have -- just how it looks. if there really were some product that worked in terms of breaking up the lumps, I would save up to buy it. is there? just wondering. |
It's an infomercial that's on late at night. I can't remember the name of it, but I think it's from that IGIA company that also puts out those hair removal commercials. Who knows if it works though? I've always wanted enormous biceps, so big that people stop me on the street and ask me if they can touch them, and so strong that I can beat my dad at armwrestling. |
I trust the overpriced department-store cosmetics-counters products more than the as-seen-on-tv stuff, and I don't believe the department-store claims at all. I want some un-paid-for testimony. or a consumer reports article. |
which rarely happens. I have, however, been watching my friend's "goldfinger" dvd on my computer. shirley eaton had no cellulite, the gold-plated bitch. |
Women with muscles are sexxxy. Very sexxxy. Look at teh women's fitness mags and compare their cover models to Cosmo's and I'll take the Fitness women any day of the week on physical attraction. so, if i remember right: High reps, low weight = endurance and low reps, high wieght = strength. To build muscle, you need to take in more calories than you burn while stressing your muscles and watching what you eat to get balanced meals. Good luck! |
but if they do get big (the muscles) and you stop...i've been told they don't just go away, they turn to fat. |
that's just wrong |
To me femininity is obscured by all the muscle. I certainly wouldn't object to women pumping up like that, in fact right on, go at it and have fun. I don't think I could ever see it as sexy, but to each his own I suppose. By the way, without pulling out my Websters, whats a "semillama"? Are you a LARGE Llama-like person, as in "a large SEMI-tractor trailer killed my aging grandmother in her Plymouth Valiant" Or are you half a Llama as in "we formed a SEMI-circle around our grandpa for his timeless stories of the great western railroad and his 3 Chinamen" Some of the handles you freaks use are amusing in themselves. And incase you are wondering, I have two pussycats. |
long tails and ears for hats... great, i'll be singing that allll night. |
everyone in honolulu is either a size 2 or a size 22 and hardly nothing in between. the majority of my calories are proteins. any carbs come from incidentals in diary products such as milk (only in coffee of course) and cottage cheese and cheese. i eat one high-fiber fruit a day. i get about 3-4 servings of vegetables every day. i am not counting calories but i eat plenty. i never go hungry. that protein is being put to good use though. i have a feeling it's part of the reason why i'm developing muscle so quickly and losing so much fat. i'm forcing my body to use stored fat as energy. i'm sure the 86 year old body builder eats pie. on thanksgiving i'm going to eat pie, and stuffing and potatoes and turkey and corn and yams and whatever else i want. i'll probably put my body into sugar shock but what the fuck. i'm an american. i don't think i could run 30 miles in a week. i can run about 3 miles at 4.7 miles per hour and then i'm spent. done. i did, however, register for the Great Aloha Run 2000 in february which is 13k. my trainer is helping me to get ready for it, which means less aerobics classes and more running. bleagh. control. i put my left hand flat around my right upper arm and then flex. the muscles feel tight against my skin when they move. on the beach the other day i noticed the crease all along the outside of my thigh, contouring around my well-developed quads. being in this kind of shape is really amazing. i've never been this fit before and i feel so strong. i want the big muscles, and i think i can make a life committment. that remainst to be seen. the strangest thing of all is how different people are around me now. they treat me so differently. and i feel more powerful, less afraid of anything. maybe it's that power of beauty again, or maybe it's just an inner strength that comes along with muscle strength, who knows. all i know is that at Sorabji Fest '00 i'll be able to beat up swine, and that's key. love, sarah |
Semillama = short for Dr. Semillama, Doktor of Schlock and surf lord of the luck plane, Lord of teh Lakes in exile, Achdiocese of the Armchair Apostles, and freakier than you'd care to know. Semillama = short, fur Semillama = sort of like a llama. Semillama =rents out your mom to shriners when their little cars break down. Til we meet again - Watch The Skys! They can't be trusted with Children. Eyiiyiiyiiyiiyiiiyiiyiiyiiyiiyii |
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"i'm just a lyricist- a chemist of the hemp. the beat pimp. the ill philly resident that's far from hesitant. corrupt like a president- never benevolent but poetically prevalent- cooler than peppermint. the loot's in it for niggas talkin' bout "represent" no doubt, it's obviously evident i get bent. far from temporary, son; i'm very permanent. hittin' mc's like an intoxicant sent to prevent... monopoly is my intent- the means is what i invent- this mental murder pays the rent. lyrically i am the dominant ingredient- this swift extravagance moves lubricant down with the m-ili-tant... that's the sound of the dynasty chant. we surround your camp assumin' the war stance and bring it from the chest now let's dance." -black thought illadelph halflife |
Stretch all of the time while you work out. Stretch between every set! Also, go through the full range of motion with each exercize. Doind both of these things as you work out can help you gain strength faster and have more usefull strength once you get it. If you don't have time to work out three times a week, worry not. If you get one strength workout in a week you can maintain your muscle mass. And the thing about muscle turning to fat is a myth. |
The pro is that you'll be buff and you'll feel good about your body, which is good for the mind and soul as well. The con is that you may become neurotic and narcissistic like most male bodybuilders. The rest of you: If I misspelled anything I really don't want to hear about it. |
i got a few spelling mistakes for ya. "body" should read "ass" "bodybuilders" should read "cabaret dancers" and "the rest of you" should read "cyst", "heather" or "agatha." other than that, you're pretty much on point. |
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this thread inspired me to go from my low wieght hi rep endurance training to some low rep high wieght fuck crap shit fucker. and then i was in my second set of 130lb military presses and my left elbow made a U-turn like an olympic soviet. luckily for my head i don't cap off my wieghts so fifty lbs went sliding off the left end of the bar, causing the suddenly unburdened shaft to swing up, pivoting on my right hand and taking out the 2 6' flourescent lights above me. the other fifty lbs slides off the right end, and leaves me standing conanesque, glass raining on me from above and bar wielded in right hand like a giant blade. my left arm bent 90 degrees the wrong way. i give my best war face to the otherME in the mirror i keep to satisfy my vanity. he answers with an equally vicious war face. i begin to call upon the powers of the earth. my double calls upon the powers of st. francis (i can tell by the chipmunks in his eyes.) frantically i reach out with my mind, yanking glowing threads from the air and focusing them at my dopplegangers destruction. then, as quickly as it began, it is over. i lay bloodied and gasping on the floor, thousands of tiny bites covering my body. the carcasses of a million tiny woodland creatures intermingle with the broken glass on the floor: chimpmunks, squirrels, moles and voles, newts, frogs, hummingbirds and titmice, red breasted robins, david the gnome... i leap to my feet, but memory serves me right: my double is destroyed. blackened and shriveled in the mirror. i rush to the bathroom, in the mirror there: nothing. |
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just a response to what you wrote, where it took me, perhaps i was mistaken |
and by the way: that's "Mr. Swine" to you, waffleboy. |
anyway, yeah they top my list of best hip hop along with , krs one, das efx, outkast, wu-tang, de la, snoop and tribe i need to purchase some of that shit, my tapes have all been destroyed by dust mites |
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you get all vaginal over a teenage girl giving you a little shit, write a dozen weeping paragraphs about how you can't take the abuse, throw a hissy-fit and stomp off with your panties all atwist, and now you wanna come back here calling *me* "bitch"? *and* talking about "snoop" being on a top-ten "best of" lest? weak. i'm gonna have to get heather back in here to slap you around and toughen you up. |
that would ruin my "wussy" image. |
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you must spend a lot of time in gay bath houses. |
on the main drag i live off of alone there is one leather bar, 2 other gay bars and 3-4 bath houses. my neighborhood is very very gay. My wife and i accidentally walked into one that adjoins the mexican resturaunt we were going to. The doors looked the same, the whole meal over, i kept thinking about what was going on next door and looking at the melted monterey cheese and said "naahhhhhhh".. I bet you miss them now that Gullinazi closed them down......hell between your mayor and our cops.........we can consider ourselves repressed. |
That also acounts for most of the personality quirks, too. Here's the real secret of weight lifting: pay attention to form above all. Everything else is secondary. When you pay attention to form, you can tell exactly when you are pushing yourself too little or too much, because you are cheating by bringing other muscles into play (ie, like using your shoulder and back muscles when doing curls) |
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oh, and droopy? i love you. let it be known to all the world. |
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where do you put the carbon? |
Question #2.......That's a secret |
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Beav, you sick bastard! |
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and he let's me beat him in scrabble too. |
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it's your turn and has been for a couple days. |
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mwah. |
hey, check it out. all in one thread: 1. where semillama gets his name 2. heather and nate exchange direct words possibly for the first time. 3. i was 40 lbs heavier when i started this thread. now i can run 6 miles at 5.7 miles an hour. 4. cyst not only talked about her thighs, but she still cared. 5. Lucy Phurre. ('nuf said.) 6. Fetidbeaver, RIP. |
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my first dream about nate... "i had a dream about nate.........he was uglier than I imagined but very nice" HA! |
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if anyone cares, i still lift. five years is a lot of bodybuilding and weight training. i'm not sure my muscles could get substantially bigger than they are now without the use of "supplements". i still have a lot of muscle, much more than your average female athelete. it's beneath a now much more generous layer of soft fatty tissue. i go to the gym sometimes once a week, mostly twice a week, sometimes three times a week. i am never ever in the gym more than three times a week. my lifting regimine is less rigid. in fact, it's nearly random compared to my old schedule. now what exercises i do, how much weight i lift, how many reps, and which muscle groups i focus on depend mostly on my mood or how my body feels overall. i do a lot of yoga. i gave up a day of kayaking last saturday to attend a 3-hour advanced yoga workshop. we did yoga for 2 to 2-1/2 hours during the workshop. it took me three days for my body to recover. yoga can be more of a workout than most other sports and activities i've tried. my diet has changed radically over the last year. my attitude toward nutrition hasn't wavered, but my attitude toward food consumption and choices has. i dine more frequently. i plan meals less frequently. i eat sporadically. and i pretty much eat whatever i want, and it shows. i just try not to overeat. but i am more prone to bingeing on sweets. i drink alcohol more often. i don't feel as great as i used to. i get tired more easily. i don't have the energy or desire to run as fast or as far, to climb the highest hills, to make everything i do a physical adventure. i sit around more. i get sad about this sometimes. i need so much more rest than i used to. my appetite is less controllable or maybe i've lost a bit of will power. maybe being in a big state with huge, tex-mex eating, margarita and beer drinking people, has changed my perspective. i don't know. it bothers me. when i run around Town Lake and i see the occassional buffed out chick with tight abs and thighs, i sigh to myself and remember the days i used to look like that and how satisfying it was. and then i remember how my life was. how i never went out to dinner. i never drank. i thought about and planned meals all day long. i was afraid to eat. i lived hungry. back then none of it bothered me. it was just means to end. now when i try to get back to that it bothers me. i don't want to sit home alone anymore. i find myself saying "fuck it". aloud. to myself. all the time. that said, i am seeing a nutritionist tomorrow afternoon. i need help finding a happy medium. |
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cry when you don't get instant results |
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Here's my typical workout, all exercises are three sets of eught reps: bench 135lb, 185lb, 225lb incline bench 135lb, 185lb, 185lb decline bench 185lb, 225lb, 225lb seated row 150lb, 170lb, 190lb dips (full body weight all sets) flys 40lb 45lb 50lb incline flys 35lb 40lb 45lb decline flys 45lb 50lb 55lb 100 ab crunches In a month I think I'll move up to doing max 225lb on the incline bench and 275lb on the decline. Then I'll work my flat bench up from there. |
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