Week 2 of Fit by 50 is in the books, and let’s just say…it was a bit of a roller coaster. Not the exciting, loop-de-loop kind. More like one that you get to the top, feeling excited, and you go over the top and realize that they forgot to finish the tracks at the bottom.
I started the week strong:
- Monday was a solid legs and shoulders day, plus mobility, dog walks, and even a Kickfit session.
- Protein was on point, water was on point, and my mood was good despite Bane’s nighttime antics.
Then Tuesday rolled in with its favorite trick: alarm sabotage.
- Bane decided 3 AM was a good time to go outside, so I laid back down and overslept and missed my run.
- Energy was decent, but it set the tone for the week: start-stop, a little frustrated, but still trying.
By Wednesday, I rallied for chest and triceps—good session, solid pump, and even a dog walk. I felt like I was back on track…until the back half of the week.
Here’s the honest part:
- Thursday was a “I’m doing stuff, but not the stuff I planned” day. I hit mobility and treadmill walking instead of running.
- Friday, I woke up with a headache and waved the white flag on my gym session.
- Saturday? Full fuck it mode. Saw the scale jump, got frustrated, and just froze up.
But here’s the reality check I had to swallow with my coffee:
- My waist is down 0.28 inches and tape-measured body fat dropped 0.41%.
- Scale weight lies in the short term. Tape and trends tell the truth.
I can see the pattern now: bad sleep + emotional scale reaction = spiral.
Next week’s mantra:
Move every day, lift three times, track most days, sleep like I mean it.
Starting all of this over again reminds me of one of the old old old cars, when they had to crank the engine with a lever. It’s hard to get stared, it bucks and fights and doesn’t want to do it, but if you kept at it, sure as shit it would go. I’ll keep cranking, and eventually I’m gonna catch, and I’m gonna go.
Still lifting.
Still losing.
Still showing up. (Usually.)
The Recomp Chronicles 
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