My Diet

I woke up to a fun message in my inbox.  "Thanks!  Love the blog.  Hurry and get to the diet part.  That's my weakness!"  I loved that message.  Let's do it! 

I have wanted to do this for a long time.  I hope it can help.  I don't write meal plans for people anymore.  One evening some good pals expressed a sincere interest in getting lean.  After 20 minutes of talking and scratching out a detailed plan, they went home.  The plan sat on my kitchen counter for a week.  I tossed it in the can.  It was never mentioned.   Other experiences were similar.

When you hammer out your own plan, just like setting your own goals, you are more likely to take action on your plan.   Then make adjustments as you go.  

I'll share with you my plan and how I did it.  But you should know upfront,  I only know my body.   The amount of macronurients (fats, carbs, and protein)  I consume to gain muscle and burn fat are probably different than yours. We all have a unique size, shape, and metabolism.  

When I got serious about diet, (as in walk-the-stage-in my-skivvies) serious, I paid a trainer $200 for a customized meal plan.  It was a good start.   I dropped a few lbs the first week.  The next week I dropped 6 lbs.  That didn't seem right.  I felt like I was starving.   My calories were too low.  My hard earned lean muscle was in jeopardy.  I doubled my carbs and added more protein.  I continued losing 2-3 lbs/week.  It felt healthy.  Most importantly, I wasn't sacrificing the hard gained muscle.

That first meal plan  was missing a key ingredient.  Me.  I tweaked and tuned it to made it MY MEAL PLAN. 

When my wife consulted a true nutritionist, a doctor who drew blood.  She instructed Kristen to eat more egg yolks, butter and whole milk.  Her cholesterol was too low, along with her overall calories .  That wouldn't work for someone with high cholesterol.  Some can't eat wheat, I'm thankful my body likes it.  But our systems vary.

The best advice I can give, Make your body your project.

A successful diet, is simply, the right macros, the right amounts, the right time.  

Here's my routine.

I am 38 and start out my pre-contest diet at around 200 lbs, roughly 12% bodyfat.  That puts my lean mass around 176.  I spend about 1-1.5 hours in the gym, six days/week.  And I like to really hammer it hard in the gym for that hour.  Aside from that, my days are mostly sedentary.  

All this plays into how much one should eat.  Activity, bodyfat, meal frequency, age, etc.

I want to to cut around 20 lbs of fat.  Here's my plan.  (I've been working this since December)

I eat every two hours.  Most people do fine with every three.  But this is bodybuilding.  It's a little freaky.  I believe in eating every 2-3 hrs.  I eat 8x/day, including my workout protein shakes.   As a general rule, every three hours, 6 meals/day is a good way to go.  I am trying to build and maintain muscle, so I choose to get more protein than most people need, and eat more often.   *I noticed my metabolism sped up, and fat burning off when I went from eating every four hours to three.  It starts to crank, the closer your meals are together.  (providing you are not overeating). Burning fat is about giving the body almost enough, often. 

I eat protein every meal.  40-50 grams/meal

Sources: Meat: Wild game, (moose, caribou, sheep), chicken, turkey, tuna, any white fish, and beef or salmon twice/week.

Egg whites and whole eggs.

Cottage cheese

Whey and Casien Protein Powder

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Carbohydrates, 25-30 grams/meal

A 25-30 gram portion of the following carbs = 1/2 Cup.

Sources: Oatmeal, brown rice, black beans, kidney beans, white beans...dang near any bean.  Sweet potatoes, one or two slices of whole wheat bread (depending on the kind you buy), or one small tortilla.

Fruit.  I eat a little bit of fruit in the morning, or around a workout.  1/2 cup blueberries with my protein shake, a banana, or an apple.  I could probably benefit from more fruit in my diet, but I'm trying to keep a steady, slow carb diet, and fruit doesn't keep me full like the grains.  So I eat more veggies, take multivitamins, and drink a green drink to get the nutrients.  (This prep, I  pulled the fruit from my diet for a couple of months).

Fat, 10-15 g, every other meal.  (not including the small amount of fat naturally occurring in meat.)

Avocado, almonds, almond butter, olive oil, egg yolks, omegas. 

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Veggies

I don't even count veggies in the diet.  I just try to fit them into every meal if possible.  I don't care if it's green, red or purple.  I don't pay attention to the glycemic index, with the exception of carrots.  I don't eat beets or carrots on the diet.  I usually add pico, cherry tomatoes, green beans, broccoli, cucumbers or peas into the meal.

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After 5 pm I don't eat any starchy carbs.  Some people make 3pm their cutoff time.  At night I eat greens. A salad, broccoli, asparagus, beans with my protein. They say leafy greens are the best.  Keep the meals low in carbs.  We typically burn less carbs in the evening.  Get the majority of carbs in the morning.  That's what most bodybuilders do.

My last meal of the day, often right before hopping into bed is 1 cup of lowfat cottage cheese.  It gives my muscle slow digesting casien protein through the night.

I have found the best way to keep on track is to keep things simple.  This is the foundation of my diet.  There are other adjustments I make.  But for the most part I keep it to these. 

There's nothing mysterious about getting lean, it is just about getting the right amounts of nutrients, in the right amounts, at the right times.  

I hope that helps.  I welcome your comments, tips, and discoveries.

 

 

We All Get Fat

The attached video is my postpartum jelly belly. 

Let's face it.  We all get fat from time to time.  I grow a food baby every time my wife gets pregnant.   When I found this video, I barely recognized my old self.  Kristen and I had a good laugh about the belly slappin'!  Not a flattering display of self control.  I've lost the "baby weight",  and I don't slap it anymore. 

It's strange that we feel shame about our bodies.  But it's natural for most of us.  The perfect magazine and movie bods can distort our idea of how we "should be."  We all know that's a bunch of bull!  Looking like a model doesn't make us a better or nicer person.  As I think about it, the nicest people I know, the most giving, kind, and loving people in my life are pretty round.  (Sorry skinny people).  My wife is an exception.  But like it or not, most of us feel embarrassed to some degree about our fatness.    

We all have a fat guy/gal and skinny guy/gal inside us.  (BTW, no bodybuilder ever wants to be called skinny)  But for this line of thought, it works.  In my video, It was easy to see I was ashamed of my lack of self discipline.  I had let myself go.  The inner fat guy had beaten the skinny guy into submission.  That never feels good.  We need to know we are in control.  When I'm brushing my teeth and see a pair of man boobs jiggling, I know I can do better! 

Transformation Is Empowering

Committing to your own transformation is like handing the skinny guy a billy club and a can of pepper spray.  The fat guy is a bully.  He needs a good pounding. You can't sweet talk the fat guy, you need to pull his oversized shirt over his head and hockey punch him as hard and fast as you can hit!  Make no mistake about it, in the beginning, it's a street fight between the two.  The fat guy seems to win more often. 

True commitment to change is the spirit and mind making a power move.  The spirit tells the body who is in charge.  That's basically it.  The spirit is intended to rule the body.  That takes commitment. 

To me there is nothing more awesome than the light in the eyes of the transformers.  Seriously, think of someone who has lost a bunch of fat, run a marathon, or any other gut busting challenge.  There is a sense of pride, confidence and happiness, having conquered the flesh.  They seem more alive and vibrant.

I'm pretty sure I'll get fat again.  But I will transform.  I know that I never have to stay fat.  The power is always there to transform.  And once we do it, we know how.  Losing weight is not such a giant obstacle.

Not everybody is in need of a transformation.  But if you aren't satisfied with your current size, shape or conditioning,  I want to remind you that YOU have the power to shape it.   If you are frustrated with your current bod,  it might be time for a transformation.  It's pretty fun! 

Consider it. 

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Transformational Torture

"How was cardio?"  Mike asked.  We had just finished hammering legs immediately before but I have a little extra fat to burn, so I challenged the step-mill to a battle.   Mike was really asking, "How bad did it suck?"    The expected response: "Brutal"  But it wasn't.  With a masochistic grin, I replied, "Awesome bro!" 

The Step Mill.  Is the medieval torture device where steps appear that you have to climb, but you don't ever get anywhere.  I'm not going to pretend its fun.  But I'll tell you why it's awesome.  You start at a level 10-12.  It feels slow and easy.  You're moving at a slow pace.  You go for a minute or two, then kick it up five clicks.  Then do it again every minute.  Before you know it, you're pouring sweat, your legs are burning like no other cardio exercise.   You start to wheeze phlegm, and clear your throat.  But you keep going up five more clicks, until you reach a point that you can barely keep up.   Your body does one of those spastic jerks, ripping your headphones off, or flinging your iPod onto the floor.  Then someone looks over at you, not to see if you are okay, but to tell you you're a wierdo with their eyes.  But you already know.  Total freak! You gather the Ipod, and settle yourself down to climb at the starting pace.  Then repeat the process until your half hour is up.   That's how it played out for me.

In case you missed the awesome part,  here's the gist.  When you think you are  going to die, you're about to tap out on the red button, the clock rolls around to another minute complete, and the spirit comes alive under the stress, heat, and sweat.  Your mind says accepts the challenge to push a little harder and and directs your sweaty little finger to press the up arrow again.  You discover a little more juice than you thought you had.   

When the machine stops, and the robotic congratulations appears on the screen, you wobble off to grab that sweaty towel and cheap gym sanitizer.  You sop up your drippings from the machine.  The bigger the puddle, the greater the pride in your work. 

I love that thing.  I hate it just as much.  It's a beast that I love to conquor.  But I never conquor it, I conquor myself, or the desire to quit rather.   Small victory yes, but I have yet to pussyfoot through a cardio sesh on that contraption.   I always find a little more than I think I have.  And that is how we transform.  One session at a time. 
 

The End of Procrastination

What can I say?  I have mastered the art of procrastination.  I can usually find a way to put things off until just before the deadline, then pull it off better than average.  But my new level of self awareness makes me a little mad.

I can understand putting off crappy jobs, or things that you just don't want to do.  But what about putting things off that you want to do?  Or how about putting things off that you really want to do?  It is absolutely ridiculous to me!  And I do it all the time. 

This blog is something I have wanted to do for quite a while.  And almost every day I think about it.  And I put it off until another day.  I want to do it for a few reasons.

1. I like to write.  When I was in my twenties, single, I had a habit of writing in my journal every night before my head hit the pillow.  The habit was so ingrained that I couldn't go to sleep until I scratched out the events of the day or a few thoughts on paper.   Then I got married.   There were better things to do in bed than write.  The honeymoon is over.  I have time to write. 

2. I want to develop my writing skills.  I don't even know the rules of good writing, but I've got a good voice for it.  I will learn by doing.  I want to be good at it.

3. I have things to say.  I'm on a journey, and paying attention to life lessons.  Some are worth sharing.  At present, bodybuilding, health and diet are high on my mind.  I'm currently deep in prep for two bodybuilding competitions.  Building muscle and peeling fat are high on the list.  Many of my friends are on a fitness journey as well.  Quite a few have asked for help and expressed a desire to get in better health and lose some fat.  If I can share what I have learned and inspire some of you to reach a personal goal, I would love that.   I'm here to help.  So I write. 

The body is a source of frustration for a lot of people.  But for most of us, it doesn't need to be.  Some people hate exercise, and despise dieting.  I dig it!  It used to suck for me.  But having success in something tends to makes it more fun.  We can all succeed in our fitness goals.  We should!  It feels good.   And sometimes we just need a new start. 

Here is my new start.  I no longer procrastinate writing this blog. I put it off for months, because I didn't have to do it.  I committed to one blog post every day for the next 30 days, or I will donate $1,000 to Hilary Clinton's Campaign fund.   Now I have to.  Kristen will shoot me if I don't make good on my promise.  And I will never live it down!  The ship is engulfed in flames!  Burn baby burn!  Hilary will never see a dime of mine!

Today is about starting something new.  Tomorrow I will start new again, and share what I know about getting lean and building muscle.  I will get better at this.  When we starting something new, we have to be willing to suck at it in the beginning.   But we have to start somewhere.  

There That feels good!   Thanks for reading.

The MIND can screw you over!

The last week of February was miserable for me.  My attitude was in the toilet.  I was weak, tired, sore, injured, and downright pissy!  I was not the regular me.  I was neither happy, or inspiring.  I was a negative.  Be glad you weren't around me.

Have you ever been pursuing a goal you were once excited about, then hit the wall?  Your mind starts saying things like, "Why am I doing this anyway?  I don't  even care about it anymore!"  The worthiness of the goal comes into question.  Reasons for "letting it go", (a soft term for quitting) begin to multiply.

These aren't really even thoughts, it's negative mind chatter that comes when it gets hard.   Quitting seems for a time, like a pretty good alternative.   It happens to me on my most difficult hunts.  Walking the mountains, low on calories, sweaty, stinky, thirsty, no game, sore feet, and not enough energy to want to climb the next peak to glass.  I remember thinking to myself,  "I don't even think I like hunting anymore!"  "After I get a kill, I'm going to find another hobby like golf or something!"  I fantasize of double cheeseburgers and Mountain Dew.  Followed by soaking in a hot tub.   Comfort is what we crave in times of pain.   Food when we are hungry, sleep when we are exhausted, warmth when we are cold.  

The times we feel inclined to abandon our most challenging pursuits and give up on the goal, are serious character defining moments.  Give up for what?  For comfort?  Where is the real benefit in comfort?  Growth comes in striving and pushing through the pain.   Struggle is where we discover our capacity, and expand it.  Comfort is just comfort.  It's nice, but there is no growth or achievement there.  There's no stories to tell.  NOBODY wants to hear about your epic bath and bed experience.

One difficult goal I am engaged in is prepping for the Alaska NPC Bodybuilding State Championships on April 19.  Last week my mind and body fell apart.  My pal and training partner Mike Mortensen gave me some good advice.  He said,  "You need to decide pretty quickly what you are bringing to this competition.  Your mind is not on your side right now.  And if you don't turn it around, you won't come in your best.  Your body will respond to what your mind says." 

He was right.  I knew it already.  But I was listening to my freaking knee, my aching shoulder, my strained IT band, my lower back and my complete lack of energy and motivation.  My mind was absorbing the pain and translating in into such a shitty attitude that I couldn't possibly move forward.   When I looked in the mirror, I got back what I was putting out there.   All I could see was how far I have yet to go. I looked soft!  I felt scrawny.  I mentally tallied all of the money spent on supplements, gym membership, all the food and and hours at the gym.  All that effort and I only added two or three lbs of muscle over the past year.  Are you kidding me?  What's the point?    I'm hungry,  I want PIZZA!  And I've been dieting my glutes off and only losing one lb/week?  This isn't working!

I got pretty sick of hearing myself complain.  It didn't last long.  I'm done.  Permanently!  Complaining that is.  I've thrown the switch.   In truth,  I have never felt worse than when I entertained this way of thinking.  It is now behind me. 

Here's my new outlook.  Currently SEVEN weeks out.  I am progressing just as I should.  Trust the system and keep hammering every day toward the goal!  This is the hard part.  It's always this way.  If it were easy, everybody would look like a superhero!  I committed to this goal for one reason.  I know I can do better than I have done before!  Experience has taught me that. This is the year I come in MY BEST and apply everything I've learned.  There is some serious competition this year.  That's why I am doing it.  To be able to stand on stage with accomplished bodybuilders who have won entire shows and been "The Best" at that time.  I want stand with those who have been the best while I am at MY BEST.  This is going to be a killer competition!  I want to be a part of it.  I'll suffer for the sport.   Now I'm excited.  I'm feeling strong!  My heart is pounding... I am all in. 

The joy is in the journey.  It should be anyway.   So I am going to find the joy in this contest prep and put my mind where it needs to be.  I share it with you that perhaps you can find some strength in my experience, for whatever journey you are on. 

Reading the thoughts and hallucinations of an amateur bodybuilder won't appeal to everybody.  But I don't write for everybody.  I am writing for me.  And I'm writing for you if it helps you.  Or if you're entertained.  I like the idea of both.  

Moving forward!