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The view from my new bedroom (the living room).
I’m done losing weight for now, down approximately 100 pounds from my highest. Tried taking some photos to show you just how much has changed. Is it obvious I’ve gone down 5 pant sizes?
I thought it would be interesting to compare my measurements:
- Chest: 45 (was 53)
- Belly: 42 (was 56)
- Waist: 38 (was 50)
- Arms: 16.5 (were ~19)
- Thighs: 25 (were 32)
- Neck: 17 (was 20)
- Forearms: 13 (were 14.5)
- Calves: 17 (was 20.5)
So, down across the board, naturally. Biggest differences are in the waist, belly and thighs, with nearly 1/4 of that size gone. Thankfully, my chest, arms and other muscle-related places didn’t suffer quite so bad.
…This was actually quite a lot harder than I thought it would be. I wonder if it will ever get easier to look at my old photos.
144/365 - It’d been a while since I camwhored for my photo-a-day. I stuffed myself at dinner, and for whatever reason that put me in the mood. Go figure.
It feels strange to not have much to post about. I’m used to having so many things to share here, but lately I’ve settled into a bit of a boring routine that doesn’t seem to have anything exciting enough about it to speak to. But, just because it’s been a while, here’s what I’ve been up to!
When I formally stopped gaining, I didn’t just quit—I shifted gears and started doing traditional bulking/cutting cycles to start toward my more muscle-oriented body goal. The general routine being three months of eating big and lifting hard, then three months of lifting to maintain your muscle gains while eating less to lose the fat you put on.
Now, as you can see above, I’m certainly not skinny—by most people’s standards, I’m still fat. Still, I’m approaching the point where I’m starting to feel too small. Perhaps I shouldn’t go under 200 pounds, just for my own sake. On the other hand though, I’m frustrated with my silhouette because of my eternal nemeses, my love handles. As I approach the big 200 (from a strangely different angle this time), I’m going to have to decide between getting rid of them once and for all, or making 200 a firm cutoff point for weight loss.
So, that’s where I’m at right now. Currently leaning towards the ‘screw it, they’re just love handles who cares’ approach and just start bulking again, but we’ll see how I feel in a few more weeks.
On a somewhat related note, a lot of gainers have asked me why I’ve lost all this weight to begin with. Why not just keep some of the weight you gained and make the most of it?
I’ll admit it, I have been intentionally speeding up the weight loss process during the cutting periods. Not a formal diet, mind you, just going back to old habits. It was certainly an option I considered, staying chunky (240 is a weight that I can maintain without much effort), but I didn’t really want to do that.
It’s been hard to explain, but I never really had a particular attachment to fat and the gainer lifestyle. My dream wasn’t really the one you hear about most gainers having—one where you can completely let loose and let your gluttony run wild. Where you can revel in the excess, growing fat off your indulgence while also growing more sedentary.
That sort of life sounds great (in theory), but I suppose it’s not quite for me. I’m not a naturally indulgent sort of guy, and I’ve made it (annoyingly) clear before that I don’t have the same relationship with food. Most of all, I love going to the gym. Hard to believe, but I’ve been working out longer than I’ve gained—over nine years now. It’s so amazingly satisfying, partly because I’m actually pretty good at it!
It’s a bit of a bummer, because it makes it hard to relate to the gainers I chat with these days. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always love the idea of that lifestyle (just look at the shit I draw sometimes), but for my real life, this lifestyle is going so, so much better for me. Physically, I feel great and pretty fulfilled despite losing so much weight. I miss being big, sure, but I’ll be on the path towards it again real soon. Admittedly, said path is much harder and longer, but because actually enjoying the process this time around, I don’t think I mind that.
Japan does a good job of making you feel big and masculine.
A few people have asked me what my goals are, now that my focus has shifted from fat to muscle. Right now it’s a bit harder to identify, because before my goal was simply ‘get as big as physically possible.’
I suppose that’s still my goal, in some sense, but this year I’ve been trying to set more short-term goals instead of one long-term goal, in an effort to help motivate myself more. That way, I can feel some accomplishment rather than chasing a far-off, nebulous goal I may never reach.
My goal for right now is a bit silly. I bought my boyfriend this jockstrap for his birthday this year. One day he wore it with this tank top, and I was just blown away at how good he looked in that combo. Out of curiosity, I tried them on myself, but I didn’t like how unflattering they looked on my chubby body, particularly the jockstrap.
Now that I’m closer to his body type, I think I look a lot better in them. My short-term goal is to get to the point where I think I look as good as he does in them. That is, add some size to my back (which has gone really well the past few months), and cut some size off my love handles (which I will work on my next cutting cycle in January). So, more or less halfway there, I think!