James's Journal (And Alternate Alliteration)

James2

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I was shooting the breeze recently with Steve, and I realized that after the first "I'm going to change my life" push, and I saw what was going to happen, and what wasn't, that I hadn't sat back down and redefined what the hell I am doing.

Lemme put down a bit of a forward. I am (and always have been) a pretty large being. In 6th grade, I was 6'0, and I had hit my current height of 6'2.5 in 7th grade. I have a naturally very large chest and shoulders (I measured a 52 inch chest my junior year of highschool, and a 21 inch neck, and those measurements don't touch me now). However, I happen to have regular person legs running from my knees to my ankles. I have been called a "Potato on toothpicks" or a "fridge on stilts" more times than I care to remember. When the movie "The Incredibles" came out, I got called (and some of my friends still call me) Mr. Incredible. Big Chest, big thighs, but a normal person's calves. Pretty hillarious.

Funny thing is, unlike a lot of people on these forums, I ENJOY being big. I like the ability to enter a party with a full keg hoisted over one arm. I like being able to just pick up my girlfriend and carry her to my bedroom when play fighting. I like getting random nods of respect from smaller men while walking down the street (ladies... this happens much more than you would think... It's an entire meathead subculture, as to who nods first). Nothing gets me more excited than when I get called over to grab something from on top of something tall, or ROOAAAAR OPEN A TIGHT PICKLE JAR. It is a small niche in society, but I love living in it.

How do I maintain my status as Mr. "Large and In Charge"? I lift weights. A LOT. I compete in a variety of different sports at different levels (from Rugby to Adult Kickball).

Anyways, now that we have established that I am nothin but a big 'ol meathead, I'd like to get my goals down. I want to get myself healthier. That could mean a lot of things, so I'll go into more detail. I have already entirely given up fast food. For something that I had grown so accustomed to (I used to eat it at least one meal a day, on average), I feel so much better without it. No more 2 99 cent double cheeseburgers and a 10 piece mcnugget. Basically, I have never been a nutrition-focused person because I have always been so active that my caloric expenditure always balanced out enough of the garbage I was eating. I want to change that. I've been reading through these forums, and doing some external research, and I want to get my intake to be a solid, healthy intake to match what I have been doing physically.

Anyways, Just figured that if I post here every so often it adds another layer of accountability, which is always good.

--James
 
So what are your goals? Are you looking to lose weight? I have no idea what you weigh atm. :D

How much can you bench press? That oughta get Mal more excited...heehee. :reddevil:
 
So what are your goals? Are you looking to lose weight? I have no idea what you weigh atm.

How much can you bench press? That oughta get Mal more excited...heehee.

My endgame is to join a top level rugby team where I live. I have re-dialed up my workouts with that in mind. I am lifting 4 days a week (push and legs / pull / off / push / pull and legs / weekend), and I am doing interval training every day.

My goals are to eat healthier. I don't necessarily care about what number the scale says. I just weighed in at the gym today at 319. When I moved out to where I am now, and was only working out at a moderate pace, and eating junk food and poorly, I weighed around 345. That was ~two months ago, and the only thing I changed in my diet was to not eat at fast food places, and I have not broken that once.

My specific weight lifting weights are as follows (for the question, not as bragging):

Bench Press: I hit 315 lbs for 2 sets of 8 reps a few days ago
Military Press: I use 100lb dumbbells for 2 sets of 10 reps
Curls: I use the 70lb dumbbells for 2 sets of 10 reps.
Bent Over Row: I use the 120lb dumbbells for 2 sets of 10 reps 'cause there are no bigger weights at the Golds I work out at
Shrugs: I shrug a bar with 405 lbs on it 2 sets of 8 reps. The bar bends like a rainbow when I pick it up, and I get a little emotional.
 
My endgame is to join a top level rugby team where I live.

ooooh swooon... you're such a tease..

Bench Press: I hit 315 lbs for 2 sets of 8 reps a few days ago
jeeez... 24 lbs of dumbbells were kicking my butt.. I'm so weak... :( and you're big strong manly man :D

swoon
 
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I don't necessarily care about what number the scale says.

You know... I am going to go ahead and take this back. I was out at the bar with a bunch of friends the other night, and actually took QUITE a sting. Before I tell the story, though I must preface it by explaining that I LOVE women. I love everything about them, even though I will never understand them no matter how hard I try. I love that when I have figured something out, and will know it for a certainty that one of my female friends will know the exact opposite. The fact that women are something that I can COUNT on for being an unknown makes me love them more. I am the kind of guy where in the close group of friends that I have, that I have certain characteristics about each of my female friends that I love, and is a solid reason why I would at least give them a shot at a date.

So, having spilt my guts about being a foolish romantic, this girl that I had been flirting with all night, and who had been flirting back with me, and who I was just waiting for a good time to ask her out turns to one of her friends and starts talking about this guy that was across the bar. Apparently he is a coworker of hers, and he is a portly fellow. She looks up and says "That guy is such an ass. I'm nice to him and all, and he thinks that just because I'm nice to him that I wanted to date him, and when I nicely told him that I didn't have those feelings for him, he got angry and went all crazy on me, and basically tried to get me fired. I mean, come on, let's be serious... He's a big 300 pound guy... I was just being nice"

I don't know if that was meant as a warning to me, or just something that she didn't think about, but MAN did that cut really deep. I mean, I have vascularity on my arms / shoulders, and definition, and I can flex and hold a pencil between my pecs, but I still got a belly (can't say no to a good budweiser).

Of course, I took the high road and took her equally attractive roommate home just to prove to myself that she was crazy, but it just stuck with me, and I guess made me realize that I care about that number a little more than I may admit to.
 
if your avatar is your picture - you don't look anywhere near what you say you weigh - your biggness :)swoon:) is a lot of muscle.. which is a good thing.. boys who can open pickle jars are very handy to have around... :D
 
So, having spilt my guts about being a foolish romantic, this girl that I had been flirting with all night, and who had been flirting back with me, and who I was just waiting for a good time to ask her out turns to one of her friends and starts talking about this guy that was across the bar. Apparently he is a coworker of hers, and he is a portly fellow. She looks up and says "That guy is such an ass. I'm nice to him and all, and he thinks that just because I'm nice to him that I wanted to date him, and when I nicely told him that I didn't have those feelings for him, he got angry and went all crazy on me, and basically tried to get me fired. I mean, come on, let's be serious... He's a big 300 pound guy... I was just being nice"

I don't know if that was meant as a warning to me, or just something that she didn't think about, but MAN did that cut really deep. I mean, I have vascularity on my arms / shoulders, and definition, and I can flex and hold a pencil between my pecs, but I still got a belly (can't say no to a good budweiser).
Ummm - As cute and charming as you are.. no wait stop flirting, mal, be serious... IN all seriousness -she was probably giving you a signal that you didnt see -because girls are kinda dumb when it comes to playing games.. and expect boys tokow what they really meant.. What she meant to say was - Damn that guys a loser but you, James, are hot.. and whie I have no interest in that 300lb dude, you -I'm trying to be painfully clear here -Ia m interested in -Now take me home ya big lug :) b


Of course, I took the high road and took her equally attractive roommate home just to prove to myself that she was crazy, but it just stuck with me, and I guess made me realize that I care about that number a little more than I may admit to.

OK so plan b worked pretty damn well - you get down with your bad self :D

the number doesn't matter, bubba - it's really who you are... :D
 
Well, if it's any consolation, most men are the same way in regards to the weight thing (convo at the bar).

So when you say you took her roommate home, do you mean you gave her a ride home, or that you took her home and gave her a ride? LMAO.

And damn--that's an impressive bench press. I did 100lbs a couple of years ago. I am pretty sure I could do more now--haven't tried, though. :D
 
Yup, my avatar is my picture from when I moved out here. I'll try to take a more recent picture, but I'm a little more defined / big now.
 
So when you say you took her roommate home, do you mean you gave her a ride home, or that you took her home and gave her a ride? LMAO.

Again, I am really not trying to brag about anything, but I really don't have anything to hide, so most of the stuff that I put down is, and will be pretty candid. Yeah, I did the stupid thing, and made her roommate pancakes the morning after the bar. I was a little bitter, and her roommate who is just as cute was rubbing my shoulders while I was brooding about her comment. The man in me said to let it go, but the beer in me said her roommate smelled nice.
 
Hey James!

Oh let's get this out of the way right off the bat...

*nods*

Great to see you starting up a diary. I enjoyed your posts in your chest hair thread and Steve's "I'm here to save you" thread, and around the place in general.

Good luck in doing whatever it is you are here to do! I played a little Rugby back at school a hundred years ago. It was lots of fun. Back then I was the big guy who other guys nodded to first. Ah well, circle of life and all. There's always somebody younger and prettier.

David C
 
long as you -- umm... protected yourself... you're entitled to play... and pancakes are a very nice touch :) and brag as much as you want- someone should be gettin' sum... god knows I'm not :D
 
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