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Mutant Diet Phase 7 Day 31
OK. Here’s the news. I fucking gained weight. You can’t have this much fun dieting your fucking ass off only to gain weight.
One my great pleasures, it turns out, is confusing the living shit out of my personal trainer.
According to all analysis, since Dec 12, 2017 (my last weigh-in), I have gained about 3 pounds of muscle. The reason I know it is muscle is that the % body fat and water weight is basically the same. Other indicators are my pants falling down and my gut is not hanging over my belt as much.
But it’s still ludicrously frustrating.
The mistake I made was not weighing in on Day 1 of this phase. In retrospect, I should have done a blind weigh-in where the personal trainer would have kept the numbers and not shown me until I was ready. I definitely gained 1.5 belt notches over Christmas and January through February during which time my mother passed away.
The plan going forward? Keep on this diet because my body tells me regularly that it’s working. Let’s see what next month holds.
My theory is that my Anglo-Saxon DNA at age 55 is saying, “Nice try, mother-fucker. I don’t give up lard. I told you that I’m storing for winter. Because you still need to lift things for chores, fine. I’ll build muscle. It takes longer but it works just as well when I’m storing for winter. God you’re dumb.”
Here’s a comparison photo from the beginning of this voyage and now. You can decide if it has been worth in.
Click on image to see the larger one. I should also learn to stand up straight.
