Progress photos, or: what happens when I eat like a dickhead for a year straight.



Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

After checking the timestamps on these, I’ve realized I got the dates wrong, but I’ll give some details. Ignore some of the dates.

Picture 1: May(?) 2010. This was the only “pre” progress photo I could find in the archives. I was living off of beer and junk food, probably topping 4500 calories per day.

Picture 2: March 2014. This was after 4 months of intermittent fasting and caloric restriction on weekdays. Four days a week, I was training fasted, eating from 4:00 to 8:00 PM, limiting carbs, and keeping my calories under 1500 most of the time. I know there were a fuck-ton of cheat days in there, and weekends were no-holds-barred chaos, with Five Guys burgers, Papa Johns, burritos, nachos and doughnuts being the staples. Still, I lost a bunch of fat for being as undisciplined as I was (hey, I was depressed, poor, and in a terrible relationship with a girl my friends now call “Fat Jafar”).

Picture 3: August 2014. I had moved back to my hometown, and inexplicably continued to drop fat, even after being much less disciplined and falling off the IF wagon. I was unemployed at the time and lifting heavy, though. I did drop Fat Jafar and was back to a state of mental sanity at least.

Picture 4: April 2015. In October, I moved out of my temporary residence in the suburbs for a more central, urban spot in my city. There’s awesome food all over the place here. Also, worth noting, in late September, I won the Downhill race I had been training for all summer, so I figured I’d kick back and live a little. I didn’t expect it to be so long-term, but shitty food tastes good. I met Jaime, my girlfriend, in December, and we enjoy going out to restaurants and eating ice cream; it shows, as we’ve both gained weight since getting together. That sort of comes with the deepening of a happy relationship, but it’s worth noting that we’re both pissed at ourselves for being so blindly reckless with what we’ve been eating.

Picture 5: August 2015. Taken a few days ago. It’s worth mentioning that I’ve been hitting the gym pretty regularly (at least 2 days a week) throughout my recent bout of “cultivating mass”.

“cultivating mass”

It’s fun to say I’ve finally crushed some plateaus on my bench press, my shoulder press, and my deadlift, but fuck… I look like I’ve been crushing some buffets, too.


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