When I was nineteen, love was a boy with too many options. Love was cancelled plans, and one sided effort. Love was apathy, until the options went away. Then love was an abundance of determination, a sudden knowledge of how valuable my heart was. Love was “Now that I don’t have anything else going on, I can commit to you.” Love was “Now that you are growing into your own, now that you have attention, I am finally ready to claim you before anyone else does.” Love was selfish. Love was too little too late.
When I was twenty-three, love was a spontaneous unknown; a need to believe in two people beating the odds. Love was contradiction. It was turbulence and nights under New York City. It was “I miss you, but I don’t have the time to call you right now.” It was “I can’t wait to see you, but until then I’ll fill my time with other prospects.” It was “You are the woman who inspires me, who makes me want to be a better man, but I am not going to fight for this.” It was “You are everything to me, but I am busy.” Love was always busy.
And then, when I was twenty-four, love finally introduced itself to me. It said “I am sorry for what you have been through, but you needed to experience everything I was not, in order to appreciate everything that I truly am.”
Suddenly, love was mornings spent laughing until I cried. It was having someone make time for me. Love was airport gates, until it turned into “I am moving across the country to be with you.” Love was “I want to give you everything you deserve; I want to show you just how much someone can adore you.” Love was whole. It was assured, it existed within certainty and ruthless declaration. It wasn’t built on the foundation of empty promises, it wasn’t bred from pain, or confusion, or apathy. Love was bred from choice. From maturity, from presence. Love was suddenly more beautiful than I had ever imagined, something that blew every old feeling and past name away in the path it was forging. Love was peace.
After all of those years, love was finally peace.
Love was finally real.
Changing your body isn’t overly difficult in a short space of time, but keeping those results & making long-term progress in a sustainable fashion is much more difficult. This is what my client Lauren has achieved between April 2014 & October 2017.
3.5 years of controlled building phases, supplemented with controlled periods of deficit dieting & several competition preps. Each time she has dieted, she’s reversed in a controlled fashion to improve her body composition without gaining excess body fat. She’s performed minimal cardio throughout & three years on, she gets lean on more calories than she did the first time around.
She’s built muscle & strength, forged a brilliant relationship with food & has never had to resort to any extremes. She sits at a far lower body fat percentage & looks leaner at higher body fat percentages as a consequence of her hard work over the past 42 months. She follows sub-maximal training methods so that she never reaches a strength-based plateau, but instead, makes continual strength progress. She placed in the top 5 at her recent WBFF show.
There is no secret to building muscle or losing fat, but if you want to make significant changes to your body composition, find a way to do so that doesn’t impact your lifestyle in a negative manner. Lauren tracks her macros, eats her favourite foods in moderation, lifts weights & performs minimal cardio because that’s what she enjoys. Her routine is sustainable because it isn’t difficult. It isn’t extreme, so she can stick to it for long periods of time. Flexible dieting is more than just hitting macros.
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