What to do…What to do…
Things are moving along here. Charlotte has a tournament in Ottawa this weekend, and it’s a real joy to come home and hang out with her, eat our dinner, and watch a movie. Ave comes and goes, and eats with us if she is here.
The house is great. It’s cleaner than it’s ever been, I’m addicted to vacuuming and washing the floors…strange.
Next up, we choose some paint colors and give this place a freshen up. Finish the trim. I have some hardwood in the basement that’s been awaiting me to do some main-floor touch-ups.
T plus 2
Yesterday I took my second shot of HRT, TRT, Testosterone, Steroids…whatever you want to call it.
.17ml.
Keith Bray brought it up today at the rink, jokingly reminding me that he always joked that I was giving Charlotte steroids as she kept growing and growing during u15.
The idea that I’m taking steroids, as people normally think about it, is false. The amount of Testosterone I have been prescribed to use over the next 4 months is the equivalent of what a huge guy at the gym takes daily. I’m not going to get HUGE. If I lift regularly and eat properly, will I get more muscular and leaner? 100%. Will these things happen as they would for a 20-something guy rather than a 50-something guy? That is the premise.
I also had a conversation with an old friend, her bf was talking about trying it, and she wanted some feedback. There are some potential negatives…and those are still on the table…I don’t know what is going to happen over the next months/years, but I do intend to find out. Right now I can say that I don’t want to stop doing TRT. Might it cause some baldness? It might, and my hair was getting a bit thinner, but there are workarounds for that. Might my balls get smaller? They might, I think they say they may shrink 10-20% in size…I’m saying it outloud…I think I’m ok with that. It is not supposed to affect my mood, although there are some changes….which brings me to another thing Jane and I discussed.
The Placebo Effect.
I told Keith today, I feel more alert. I’ve taken 2 shots, I know I’m walking taller, I carry my head higher…and I feel more alert.
Definitely more alert.
And…at 9 pm, when I got home from the gym, just 2 hours ago….I lifted weights. HEAVY HEAVY.
So if some Placebo effect is giving me the energy to do 4 sets of 10 exercises to failure at 9pm at night, at 54 years old….I’m good with it.
100% I would not be coming home at 9pm 2 weeks ago to lift weights.
I’m saying it right now, the last time I seriously lifted weights was 8 or 9 years ago. I was lifting regularly and drinking twice as often, and I managed to get pretty solid. By the summer of this year, lifting like I am…and I drink 10% or less of what I did then…I will be a rock.
And now…the Weather….
TBag dropped off the hula fitness hoop. Charlotte had a good laugh but also told me this is all over TikTok and Instagram…or one of those other platforms I’m too old to use. I feel bad she is without it.
She also dropped off a loaf of sourdough, which is not in line with my current fitness plan, but I may attempt a sliver. The kids will eat the rest.
TBag has also updated her measurements. An error in her waist bb measurement needed to be corrected as it is actually 37″.
She describes herself as a tree trunk! Did she give me an updated weight? I don’t think so.
Slab has offered her measurements, they seem pretty good….I can see how button up shirts might be an issue. Slab is lifting heavy, managing a 160 1 rep bench press without a spot. Sounds like her critical internals are well protected anyway. She is pushing for a 165 bench and is down to 137.9 pounds!
Krista and Jeremy offer crickets.
Russett has broken into the 230’s, offering up a 239.8. Diet alone>working out>I’ll find out. This week I hope to get him into the hula hoop!
Yours Truly saw 230.2 on the scale. I’ve been lifting my ass off and hope to see the 220s this week. Tomorrow I am eating pizza and drinking Rioja, so it won’t be Monday!
The Quote of The Day
Your GPS doesn’t judge you; it recalculates. No matter how many detours you take, it finds another way forward. Life works like that, too. You’ll make mistakes, but your destination doesn’t vanish. The route just changes.
Mark English, my old neighbor across the street, posted this on Facebook this week.
