As my hernia didn’t cause any issues, I reckoned weight-lifting a few kilos wouldn’t be a problem. I could spend years on cardio exercise but muscle development needs weight resistance, according to bodybuilders. Not that I envisaged looking like Hercules, only that my full-length mirror would be comfortable with a virile body shape.
Male vanity, mate.
I reckoned that regular muscular gain would see me back up to 72 kilos, which I could sustain as easily as (not) stuffing mango cheesecake down my neck on Friday lunchtime binge-outs.
My gourmet treat, mate. You gotta have a life, haven’t you?
Which led me back to my optimum nutrition guidelines to greater longevity (as if). My revamped OMAD diet plan with an extended feeding window gave me breathing space between courses. I focused on veggie soup, salads, some fruit and nuts – drank plenty of carbonated soda water, and finished off with a chunk of dark chocolate (>70% cocoa) and a few glasses of red wine.
And would you believe it, despite stuffing myself, my weight remained steady at 70.5 kilos – which was a relief.
Not one for sitting on my laurels, I busied myself with further research. Another book I had to buy.
How Not to DIE, Michael Greger MD. Another great guide to nutrition. Comprehensive supporting facts and evidence throughout.
But even after absorbing the contents, and tweaking my OMAD diet, some aspects didn’t sit comfortably with me. I hadn’t yet discovered a diet regime that my body would accept as being ‘the one’ for me.
And, as August dawned, I was in for a mighty body blow.
Longevity has its downsides, mate.
Next week, if you sign in to my blog, I’ll continue my journey