At some point, I’m sure I’ll talk less here about physical fitness and more about all of the other things I like to talk about, but for now I’ve got this whole set of topics on my mind, and at least some of my audience has expressed an appetite to hear more. So, here goes:
Reaching your Big Physical Goals (BPGs) — if you’ve picked decent goals at all — will take a while.
Period. If you want to go from 25% bodyfat to 10% bodyfat, it’s gonna take a while. If you’re a couch potato and decide you want to run under 3:00:00 in the marathon, you’ve got a long row to hoe. Same if you’d like to squat twice your bodyweight, or earn a black belt, or completely rehabilitate a serious injury. Make your own list — serious goals take time to achieve.
If they didn’t, they wouldn’t be serious, eh?
BPGs and LIGs
The good news is that BPGs can always be broken down into LIGs (Little Interim Goals). Indeed, it must be so, because incremental adaptation is the way that human bodies react to healthy changes in stimulus or inputs.
There are a lot of incremental wins along the path from 25% to 10% bodyfat. There are many milestones from the couch to the sub-3:00:00 marathon. (Milestone 1: “Got off the couch.”) There are a lot of baby steps from squatting 0% of your bodyweight to 200%. (”Read up on good squat technique.”) And so on.
My advice: Celebrate these baby steps. You won’t get to 10% bodyfat without passing below 20% first, so why not give yourself credit for it? Give yourself credit for graduating up to an orange belt en route to the black belt. Give yourself credit for foregoing one beer or one cupcake, if you know that beer and cupcakes don’t support your fitness goals.
(If it need be said: don’t celebrate your restraint by treating yourself to an ice cream cone.)
My own goals
I’m thinking of this now because of what the scale has been telling me lately. Every morning for the past few months, I’ve been tracking my weight on a spreadsheet. My goal is to add a certain quantity of lean mass between now and my 40th birthday, which is coming up in a couple of years. (Please pardon me for not sharing too many details about my goals — I’d rather celebrate them when they happen than open them up for discussion prematurely.)
Experience tells me that it’s easy to get frustrated when you pursue a goal like this. Teenage boys can stack on muscle in a hurry; 37-year-olds of average genetics, not so much. You eat right (and eat a lot) day in and day out, you lift heavy weights on an intelligent schedule, you work hard to stick to a schedule that ensures adequate rest and recovery.
And then you wait.
And wait.
Celebrating progress
Really, I don’t have anything to complain about. I’ve put on a solid six to eight pounds of muscle since midsummer. But that process has slowed, and it’s very easy to focus on how the next weight up the ladder continues not to appear on the scale.
But here’s what I noticed this morning: more and more days are passing since I’ve revisited some of the interim weights that made me cheer just a few weeks ago. When you’re adding weight (or losing it), fluctuations are natural: one morning you weigh 168, the next morning you weigh 169, and the third morning you weigh 167. Our body composition is reliant on too many factors (food intake, hydration, elimination of wastes, etc.) for weight to move in a straight line every single day.
The cumulative effect, though, is crystal-clear. When I started this process, I weighed in the neighborhood of 164 pounds. Now I weigh around 171 or 172 — and it’s been weeks and weeks since I weighed 166 or 167 or 168. Sure, I’d rather be a rock-solid 175 or 180 already, but . . . those increments just haven’t happened yet.
Which reminds me to celebrate the ones that have.
How do YOU celebrate your incremental fitness achievements?
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(Photo by majorbonnet, used under a Creative Commons BY-NC-SA license.)