The title of this blog is misleading. I don’t really have an update. I completely lost track. I was doing my squats on a daily basis. I hit 202 on most days, fell short sometimes. I quit journalling them and lost track of what day I was on. I stopped when I thought it had been about 30 days. End results: My pants feel like they fit better, but I don’t see a visual difference.
202 Squats A Day!
Okay, so, my left arm is out of commission effectively putting my entire upper body out of commission when it comes to weight work, unless I’m going for the Belial from Basket Case look, one side bulked up and the other scrawny. Heh. Sure would make people cross to the other side of the sidewalk. People hate freaks. Hmm. Perhaps I should! “My name ain’t Quasimodo, but I still got a hunch ….” Nah. That’s extreme body modification, and I’m not into that.
So, anyway, since my upper body is temporarily out of the muscle growth game, I suppose that’s a good excuse to do a prolonged leg day. A leg month. Heh. Hence, the 202 Squats A Day Challenge! Ahem. Anyway.
So, I decided to start now. I decided at around 5:45 pm and did my first set. I can currently do about 20, no weights, just yet, simple body-weight squats, some, so-far, aren’t as deep as they need to be, yet. They will improve. Learning from past mistakes, even when 202 feels easy, I’m going to stick to it. There are other exercises I can do, if I have energy that needs burned at the end of the day. When they get too easy, I’ll add on the weight, but stick to the 202 per day total count.
I did two more sets of 20 within the hour and got up to 60. I have to fit another 142 into the next three and a half hours or so until I go to bed.
By 6:40, I have 100 squats in the bag. I also threw on some Hollywood Undead, Party by Myself, and danced like a fucking idiot lunatic.
I got my 202 in by 9:00. The last two sets were ten each. As I lay down to sleep, my thighs are feeling a little sore. So far I feel nothing in my glutes. I hope that changes. I really want to build my glutes for one really simple reason: I just want my fucking pants to fit right.
