Most of my adult life I have been slender and toned, which made me very appealing to some women. To give you a rough idea: I had a rather unusual vascularity. Bros call this “veins that pop out”. As a consequence, it happened on occasion that guys approached me who wanted to talk about nutrition and fitness. Or, during pillow talk, chicks would almost routinely trace my veins with their finger tips, which I thought was a bit weird. The problem of being slender, toned, and tall is that you don’t look very imposing. This used to not bother me much, considering that more chicks were interested in me than I had time to fuck anyway. My physique was the result of a consistent but moderate fitness regimen, like years of swimming, followed by years of Ashtanga yoga.
Something must have changed recently. Well, about two or three years ago I started lifting weights, but didn’t change my nutrition much. A guy on my forum suggested I simply eat a bit more if I don’t want to bulk up. I gained a few kilos of muscle mass, which changed my physique, but not in an overly dramatic way. About a year and a half ago, life happened, and I couldn’t really integrate a steady gym routine into my life anymore. Instead, I did a bit of yoga at home. Now that things have settled down, I’m back in the gym, as a reaction to a somewhat odd experience. Obviously, I had lost the few kilos of lean muscle mass I had built up previously, so I was back to being slender and toned. Yet, when I looked at myself in the mirror one day, I was terribly bothered that I looked weak. I found this interesting, because my physique wasn’t that different, yet my perception of myself suddenly was.
I am now back to lifting weights, but this time it’s for real. Of course, I have certain goals, and it’s not to get as big as possible. Amazingly enough, I am close to my old personal bests already, after not even two months. This is partly due to changes in my nutrition and supplementation, I assume. I’ll share some early lessons learnt in the follow-up post.