How selling a fridge changed everything

Motivation can come from unexpected places

A couple of weeks ago I was starting to try to get back into my training.  I’m lucky in the fact I have my own home gym I have built up over the past few years, so really there is no excuse not to workout.  However; while I had an adequate setup (squat rack, adjustable bench, 400kg + in weight plates and bars) it was all standard sized gear which meant the bars only came in at 5-7kg, and I was sadly lacking in plates over 10kg.

I also lack room space, so I decided to have a shift around to see if I could get a better arrangement that would free up floor space for things like hip thrusters.  This ended up with me having a larder fridge that was just not going to fit anywhere in the house, and that’s where my fun began.

I sold the fridge, and while looking for a undercounter replacement I spotted a 6ft Olympic bar and an Olympic ezi curl bar along with a couple of 5kg weights on my local secondhand site.  Had a bit of negotiation to drop the price by £25 and the following day I was the proud owner of my first olympic gear.

That night I spotted another ad for Olympic weight plates.  Again a little negotiation and a few days later I’m sat in my driveway with a van full of oly plates ranging from 1.25kg up to 25kg and a weight tree to store them on.  At this point I’m looking at my front door knowing I’ve got to carry the damn things up a flight of stairs to the gym (my house is on the second floor) and thinking to myself I really am crazy.

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The kind of tree I don’t mind in the house

Quite proud of myself though because I managed to do farmer’s walks up the stairs with the 25kg plates as well as all the smaller ones.  Even better I sold a good two-thirds of my standard gear (I kept a selection of smaller plates for the dumbbell bars as I havent got olympic ones yet) for more than I paid out for the olympic stuff.  Still haven’t got a new fridge yet though….

Anyway this is under the workout category and having the new gear has helped to motivate me again.  I’m going to be aiming for 4 workouts a week and I’m using the DAPRE method on some exercises to get me back into the swing of things.  Despite having not trained properly for a good few months and gaining weight I’m actually still pretty strong…for me anyway.

Today hit a personal record of 90kg for hip thrusters and my bench press is back to 50kg.  Still working on my squat and hopefully will get to deadlifting eventually.  That’s one exercise I struggle with, so have been doing RDLs to try to help.

Where to begin…

Welcome to my journey

It’s hard to know where to begin; but I guess I’m just looking for a new way to give myself some accountability, and also to remind myself that despite setbacks over the last 18 months I’m not where I once was.

Around 2010 I was morbidly obese with multiple health issues.  I weighed in at over 180kg, suffered with depression and had major family issues going on.  A broken marriage, three kids (two of who have varying autistic disabilities), a poor support network and no idea of how to drag myself out of the darkness I was living in.

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Yup this was me; despite the smile on my face I was dying inside

Fast forward to today.  A lot happened over the past seven years; too much to put in here as my first post, but it will get touched upon over time.  The basic gist though revolves around meeting a guy (Bill); who despite living halfway round the world from me, has cajoled, sweet talked and busted my butt as he taught me to believe in myself and my abilities.

I could lie and say it’s been all open roads and plain sailing, but I won’t.  In all honesty it has been up and down over sleeping policemen, slamming into potholes, navigating diversions and hitting road closures.  The biggest hurdle being around 18 months ago when; despite the fact I’d just reached double digits (coming in just under 100kg) a multitude of issues saw me spiral back into my darkness, losing my way yet again.

Now I’m sat kicking myself; fluctuating around 125kg, cursing the fact that there are times I just can’t control my headspace.  It’s not all bad though.  Bill has been beside me all this time; and keeps believing in me, even when I can’t.  Now I’m ready to get back into the game and this blog is part of that.

Oh just to clarify; while I may speak about my weight, the reality is I have no target weight to aim for and I don’t believe in dieting.  I weight train and try to ensure my food choices reflect the lifestyle I want to aim for.  My journey is about body recomposition and a healthy lifestyle; not weight targets, fad diets or quick fixes.