Today marks just over 2-weeks post my breast augmentation, so I’m attempting to keep myself sane by creating some sort of ‘memoirs’, if you can call them that. Really, I’m just noting down my current state: both psychological and physical during my so-called “break” from training for the next few painstakingly, monotonous and mundane weeks – I think this sentence pretty much sums up my current stance on a strictly no-training-allowed basis. Clearly this is self-inflicted and easily avoidable; so I’m not going to receive too much sympathy I know, but hey, any other fitness fanatic will understand how taking time off from training feels; even restraining yourself from the gym for one day is tough enough!
“My time off is allowing me to construct and plan my goals for next year.”
I have a few shows that I intend on competing in next year: NABBA West (which I have competed in for the past two years); PCA which will also be held at the same venue as the aforementioned federation and fingers crossed for an invite to the finals for both federations in the event that I pace within the top 3. This will undoubtedly be the most challenging year of competing for me due to the volume of shows I intend to participate in; but they all slot in perfectly – allowing me to dial in my conditioning and really challenge myself like never before. I’m aiming for this to be a very successful year; holding nothing back and really digging deep! My time off is allowing me to construct and plan my goals for next year – remember, prep is key.
My next check-up appointment is on the 8th of September, which will mark 4-weeks post-op. I’m hoping that I will be given the all clear to start light training with extra precaution of course. At the moment I’m able to pick up very light weight in terms of daily chores: a rubbish bag, washing basket and so forth, but I still remain particularly weak and feeble – no, I’m not joking. I think this is more psychological rather than physical; I’m overriding my instincts to return to my clumsy and careless ways (in terms of flailing my body about), to avoid any unwanted injuries that may regress my recovery. Believe me, this is a challenge in itself.
Aesthetically I’m not too pleased. My full-looking muscle bellies have dissipated; any resemblance of athleticism has, in my eyes, disappeared and my appetite has diminished – which spells out a chaotic path for competing next year. This is currently how I perceive my physique and current physical state; however, we all know the mind divulges in game-playing, so my cognitive ability to objectively access my current state is somewhat obscure. Arguably there is no denying I have lost a percentage of muscle mass, but this was inevitable and a risk I knew I would have to take. Until my next check-up, I will continue to keep as active as possible through dog-walking and the odd bit of low-impact cardiovascular work!
Thanks for reading guys & Happy Lifting x