I’ve been on this ridiculous diet for “weight gain”, rather muscle gain. See, since my biological makeup is impossible to deal with – I got what I asked for. I gained fat. As in FAT, not muscle. And my makeup dictates that the fat be in the belly exclusively.
Which is OK, I mean I am a guy and I don’t have body dysmorphic disorder and I am in very good shape knock wood.
I feel BLOATED.
I can’t breathe or anything. This new expanded orbit is a bit new to me. So I said I might cut on the carbs a bit and increase the protein intake. It was good for a while. I felt healthy, ate in moderation and it was all fine.
Till this week.
Through this week I have been tired and my performance at the weights has been horrendous, not to mention I fatigued quickly. My body obviously needed the lovely molten chocolate cake from Chilis.
Which moryarti pointed out today over lunch that I need more carbs.
So I just had my first McDonald’s in a century. Then I went to Cinabon.
If I were in the States I would sue every single healthy website on the planet. CARBS WERE CREATED TO BE EATEN OK! I demand my carbs and I demand them NOW! No more stupid hideous apple/banana before gym. Heck for dinner I used to eat three giant loaves of Arabic bread with 3 eggs, 4-8 cheese triangles and labneh. With my stupid diet I eat all of that with one (so I had to lick the labneh off my fingers). Hideous!
My belly wants a fight?! I will give it a fight! BRING ME THAT CAKE!