If y’all remember back to April 2009 (really? does anyone? I know I barely do…) I had a pretty momentous adventure: I went and got myself dunked in a tank to measure my body fat percentage. Oh, the fun I had!
Now that I’ve managed to (mostly) erase the memory of the day’s overwhelming panic and anxiety, I’m ready to head back. See how I’ve done in the past 18 months. If I’ve made a difference.
When I called to make the appointment, I figured that I’d have a few weeks to prepare. You know, diet more, exercise more and basically drop, like, 20 pounds before I went in there. Turns out, they’re the epitome of efficiency over there — I called a few days ago, and they managed to fit me in on Tuesday. Lucky, lucky me!
Which means it’s crash diet time! I’ve been cutting calories (and keeping up training) in hopes of dropping at least a few pounds between now and then. As a side note, this is actually working. Meaning, my frustration with being stuck at the same weight was me just not getting the numbers right, probably. Which is a story for another time, I think.
So, exactly how does today me compare with April 2009 me?
I do know that I’m carrying more muscle. I look back on my logs from then and I was bench pressing about 50-55# max and now 65# is my warmup and I’ll top out over 100#. Curling 30# then and 50# now. Squats? Wow. From 45# for a set of 10 to 145# for a set of 10 now. So – stronger. No question.
But I weigh more. Is it all muscle? Hard to tell. Despite being able to see actual muscles in spots, I’m still carrying a lot of fluff. And not tasty marshmallow fluff, either. Just sayin’.
Are measurements a more accurate predictor? If so – then it’s anyone’s guess since between then and now things are relatively the same. And yes, I have measurement data that goes back a few years. I’m a geek like that.
So, I’m a little afraid. Logically I think that my bf% has GOT to be better. But, there’s still a voice in my head that’s not quite so sure. And – I might add – is pretty vocal about it!
And if actually turns out to be worse than before? Well, I don’t think I can be responsible for my reaction… I might not be the most mature person at that time (hmm… perhaps I ought to let the trainer who’s doing this know that…). Maybe I’ll be able to hold off the wailing and gnashing of teeth until I get to the car, though.