Tag: diet

  • De-load Week: The (Supposed) Calm Before Phase 2

    You ever notice how the universe seems to have a sixth sense (I see sleepy people) for screwing with your sleep? This week was supposed to be my big “rest and recharge” week — a de-load before kicking off Phase 2. Instead, I got a parade of late-night curveballs: heartburn from poor pizza choices, multiple dog puke alarms, and even a 1 AM flash flood alert.

    So yeah — not exactly the deep, restorative slumber I had in mind. But here’s the funny part: even with garbage sleep, my body still moved (sloooooowly, stubbornly) in the right direction.


    The Numbers Don’t Lie (Even if the Scale Does)

    • Weight: Bounced around thanks to salty meals (210.4 → 209.6 lbs range), but my waist shrank another notch to 38.4 inches.
    • Body Fat % (tape): 27.3 → 27.1% (small but steady drop).
    • Lean Mass: Holding steady around 153 lbs.
    • Soreness: Never above 1/10 all week.

    Translation: the scale noise was water retention, not fat gain. The waistline is still trimming down, and the fat % (via tape) is sliding in the right direction. That’s the exact outcome I wanted from de-load week — joints fresh, body still trending leaner, ready to push harder again.


    Training on Cruise Control

    The gym sessions this week were short and sweet, everything was about form and blood flow, not weight.

    Add in:

    • Daily calf rehab walks (2.5–3.5 miles).
    • Dog walks every day (about a mile).
    • Steam room recovery 3x.

    Basically: I stayed moving, but never pushed the gas pedal. And my calves didn’t mutiny, which is a big win in itself.


    The Real Limiter: Sleep

    Every night was something, between eating too much salt later in the day (but so damned tasty), to eating cheap pizza and waking up with heartburn all through the night, my food choices and timing could have been better. And then the dogs decided that this week was a great time to puke. Or go outside. I mean, they did have to go to the bathroom, so I can’t be upset. I’d rather them wake me up then to make a mess inside, but it really messed up the sleep I was hoping for.

    The result? Sleep averaged about 5.5–6 hours/night, with broken chunks instead of long, restorative cycles. Energy during the day was “meh” at best, “dragging” at worst. But here’s the kicker — even with that, my waist still shrank, and the fat % still ticked down. That means the system’s working.


    Phase 2: What’s Next

    De-load week wasn’t glamorous, but it did its job: let the joints and muscles recover, hold my body comp steady, and mentally reset. Now it’s time to move forward.

    Here’s the Phase 2 game plan:

    • Strength Progression: Back to heavier lifting, pushing the main lifts toward true RPE 8–9 sets. More structured progression in shorter blocks.
    • Running Base: Transition from intervals and rehab walks into consistent 5K runs on Tuesdays and Thursdays, with Saturday long runs creeping past 3 miles into real endurance territory.
    • Nutrition Tweaks: Keep protein high, but add carbs on run days to fuel endurance (no more skimping here). Sodium awareness stays in play so the scale doesn’t gaslight me.
    • Recovery Insurance: Naps when I can sneak them in, hydration buffers around salty meals, and earlier wind-downs whenever possible.
    • Milestones in Sight: Sub-10:00 mile pace, 5K continuous running, push-ups and dips climbing past Phase 1 marks, waistline continuing its slow march down toward 38 → 37.

    The Verdict

    Deload week wasn’t pretty. The workouts were light, the sleep was trash, and the scale was lying to me. But the signals underneath all that noise? Leaner, tighter, and primed for Phase 2.

    Phase 1 was about getting consistent again. Phase 2 is where the results start compounding — heavier weights, longer runs, and smarter recovery.

    And if the universe could stop sending me early morning dog puke, that’d be great too.

    Still Lifting. Still Losing. Still Showing Up. (Usually)

  • Into Every Recomp, a Little WTF Must Fall

    Week 3 started on solid footing — runs were happening, lifts were moving, and the daily rhythm was clicking into place. But no recomp journey stays drama-free for long.

    Thursday:
    The run felt surprisingly smooth — no mental walls, just steady movement. Sure, I got a hot spot on the ball of my right foot, but that’s just part of getting the running legs back. GMB was a wrist-killer, which is what happens when you’re 49 and doing positions that make your joints question your life choices.

    Food? Forgettable. Scrambled eggs and a sandwich — fuel, not a culinary event. Energy was dragging thanks to a busy work week, plus trying to juggle certification study and journal projects, and the air quality right now is trash. But I still showed up. I’m not in love with running yet, but there’s a faint glimmer that I might get there if I keep at it.

    Friday:
    Sleep was a complete trainwreck — I was up multiple times through the night, then Ivy started horkin at 3 AM right under my spot on the bed. At some point I must have turned off my alarm, or I just forgot to set it, who knows, so I woke up at 5:20 wondering what year it was.

    Back and biceps didn’t happen — the energy tank was bone dry — but I still got my GMB workand the daily dog walk in. Calves were still talking to me from earlier in the week (duck walks, I’m looking at you).

    Even on a low-energy day, I didn’t just throw in the towel — kept the habits alive. That’s the real win.

    Then came the cluster-fuck that is a DR test. What should have been a relatively painless 2 or so hours turned into a 13-hour overnight session. It all ended up working in the end, but that didn’t help me feel any better physically!

    Saturday:
    Got to bed at 8 AM, back up at Noon. No gym. No run. No careful food tracking. Just coffee, electrolytes, and enough snacking to keep the lights on upstairs. By the time it ended, Saturday was a write-off for anything but damage control.

    The Scoreboard:

    • Weight: 210.8 → 208.0 (-2.8 lbs)
    • Body Fat %: 29.39% → 29.0%
    • Waist: -0.27″
    • Fat Mass: -1.6 lbs, lean mass dip minimal

    The lesson? In every recomp, a little WTF must fall. You can’t dodge all the curveballs — weird sleep, work chaos, random pet disasters — but you can decide if they derail your whole week.

    This time, I kept the wheels straight. The week still ended with progress on the scale, in the tape measure, and in the habit column. And that’s a win worth banking.

    Still lifting. Still losing. Still showing up. Usually.

  • Week 3 Midweek Recap – Building Momentum

    Week 3 kicked off with a little chaos, but the training rhythm is coming together, and I’m finding my footing with food, mobility, and the return to running.

    Sunday – Reset Mode

    Low-key recovery day. I didn’t leave the house, didn’t push it. I did get a nap in, so I felt rested and ready to hit the week.

    Monday – Leg Press Lunacy

    Kicked off the gym week with severly interupted sleep, but not from the dogs this time. The shower caddy decided to jump off the wall at 1 AM, and it was a bitch getting back to sleep. But I made it to the gym for bilateral legs and shoulders. I’m slowly pushing on weights to find my upper limit. I got the dogs out for their walk, and GMB afterward felt good.

    Tuesday – Back on the Road

    Finally ran again. Two miles of intervals to get my legs back into the groove.Got the dogs out for their walk, then did my GMB and mobility afterward. I had good energy all day which was a nice change.

    Wednesday – Chest and Triceps

    Chest and triceps day was solid even though the incline press had to move to the end of the session. Huge gym, but not always enough machines. Sadly, the steam room was down yet again, so I hit the sauna for a quick shot of recovery heat. Dogs got their walk in, and I hit my GMB flow.

    Midweek Mood

    Energy is holding. Sleep is still a bit wonky, but not wrecking me. Carbs are finally climbing without just shoving bread down my throat. Running’s back, and the weight is nudging down without giving up muscle. Here’s to momentum!

    Still lifting. Still losing. Still showing up (Usually).