Beef, not Lard

Weight training progresses apace. I’m the same weight as I was at my wedding, but I’ve added inches to my arms and chest, and I’m finally beginning to muscle up again. One of the odd things about the whole business is the way in which one springs fairly quickly back to old levels of achievement. Within a couple of weeks of beginning a lot of exercises in earnest, I’ve hit (or come close to) the levels of accomplishment I achieved after 2 years of work in my late teens.

Granted, some of the numbers are a little less impressive when rendered as proportions of bodyweight, since I’ve added 20 kilos to my frame in the last 10 years, but it’s an interesting indicator that the old theory that one can rapidly reatain old peaks, even after an old layoff.

I’ve almost finished my writeup of my trip to Paris, which was great fun. Suffice to say that Paris is a lot better than I expected, which has made a pleasant change from England.