WHO?
I am a 30 year old man who spent his teenage years chubby and his 20's plain fat. My body was as unattractive as it was unhealthy, and my energy levels were right down there with my mood. I hated my job and I hated the shape I was in.
I solved the job thing by leaving work and going back to university to study Physiotherapy - which has given me a much greater understanding of the effects of various exercises on health than my Sports Science degree did. The Sports Science degree did, however, provide me with knowledge on how various exercises affected fitness and performance. (Health and fitness are two very different things - more on that in a future post).
The 'terrible shape' thing was harder to fix. Of course, the motivation was there - I had all the motivation in the world - and thanks to my Sports Science studies, the theory was there. What wasn't there was direction.
You see, despite enjoying various sports as a teenager, I decided against using competitive sports to get me back into shape. The way I saw it was that until I was in my mid-30's, this would work fine - but when a family, work commitments or injury caught up with me, then I'd be back to square one: drifting.
So, then there's "training for trainings own sake". Naaaaa! I'm not one of those people who want to go to the gym just to tick a box and say "I tried." And I'm betting that you're not either - if you are someone who wants to make a change, make a real measurable and visible difference then ticking a box won't do it for you either.
So. What springs to mind when you think of an activity that can dramatically change you appearance and, in theory, get you fit and healthy? Bodybuilding, right! Well... sort of.
As I explained in the opening post of this blog, bodybuilding started off as something beautiful and pure: an effective means of developing your body, your health and your discipline - all things that offer benefits outside of the activity itself. That is to say, when you leave the gym, your efforts are rewarded outside of the gym.
However, over the years - more specifically, from the 60's onwards - things have changed, and not for the better. The aesthetic, ideal bodies that a man could aspire to back in the day were replaced on stage by bloated, unreal, and (for the man who values his masculinity and vitality) unattainable freaks that no normal man wants to look like. And, just as importantly, no normal woman wants to be seen with!

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WHY?
So here was the catch. I had found the activity that would give me physical and mental self-improvement - the holy grail of the man unsatisfied with himself - only to discover that it had been hijacked by drug-pushers and over-blown narcissists.
You could, of course, soldier on regardless, insulate yourself from the 'bodybuilders' and train quietly in the corner of the gym. You could follow a great routine and not bother yourself with the freaks at the elite end of the "sport". (you know, the guys who insist on calling themselves athletes when they struggle to make it up the stairs... at 5% bodyfat).
Except you can't. Not really. Because the great routine you got from Arnolds' book; or from the Muscle Magazines; or from almost any other resource you can find are NOT great routines.
They are designed by and for men on steroids. They are pushed by the publishers of the magazines, who also happen to be the ones trying to peddle excessive, overpriced protein shakes on you. It's true: you will need all that extra protein if you follow those routines, to stop you burning out after the first month. Buy the protein and pills, and it'll take two months to burn out!
I know this because I spent nearly 5 years doing this. Wasting money on excessive supplementation, magazines and books promising the earth. In physical terms, I lost and gained the same 10lbs of fat over and over again trying the various diets and routines they touted. Did I put on muscle and get stronger? Yep. Because at a low level, almost anything works better than nothing. But those dramatic changes I was promised never turned up.
So I looked back. At the true bodybuilders - the physical culturists - whose bodies I would want and could have.
That is why I am a Physical Culturist. Because the only men worth turning to were gone. But not forgotten. Their words and examples are now largely ignored and mostly misunderstood. And I thought that was shame.