Victoria Secret & Overtraining

Today I worked on a Victoria Secret commercial for the holidays. I shouldn't give you details, since I signed a non-disclosure contract to not reveal such secrets. You know, things like...you will see lingerie. Women will catwalk with sullen expressions. Guys watching will look over to their significant others and just hate themselves. Oooo...don't mean to ruin that spot for you.

Anyway, it got me thinking about things. Mostly that, since I'm short, these Amazonian women would probably be the size of a jungle gym to a 2 year old. But more importantly, the idea of shape. Okay, most women who read this...hate me if you will...these women do not suffer from malnutrition. Nor had I seen any level of cocaine tweakage. Which I find funny.

In the outtakes...they are energetic. Smiley. Mobile. I guess I would be too if I were getting paid $25k per walk. But I'm not leggy. I don't have perky boobs. And lips like strawberries. Wait...I have fat lips, but it's from my aboriginal background which probably used it more for poisonous blow darts than making people try to buy boy shorts. I digress...

I'm sure a bunch of these models were doing blow. Or diet pills. Or the director. But hate as we mortals do, these are straight up angels on Earth. And there is NO shortage of wings that they put on these tarts. The footage was a showstopper. Most people stop cold when they see these women. Goddesses that most men would blindly steer ships to their doom over. I'm not going to lie, I'd take the rap for Caylee Anthony murder if they'd let me be the body makeup checker upper.

But guess what?...they wouldn't even give me the time over my own stupid demise. I guess we can still imagine. They filter from the sexiest of the sexiest and come up with this formula of what is considered underwear sale-able. A'ight, I'm making up words so it comes to my thoughts on overtraining...

...I notice last trip to the gym that I had been losing a LOT of strength. I use to be able to push 225 lbs. on bench. Recently, I could barely put up 185. I think when I dropped a lot of weight, I also dropped strength...which I was told would happen. That voice went silent, so I went the opposite direction and started going to the gym everyday. Each day...it seemed, I was backpedaling. My arms started to get doughy. The "cut" was softening. And I was struggling. Nothing is as frustrating as when your own muscles refuse what your mind is trying to tell it to do.

I was over training.

What does that mean? It means I was breaking down muscle I had already broken down and it never had a chance to rebuild. It meant my muscle twitch fiber had been depleted. It had been conditioned to accept it's soften broken stage because why bother getting stronger if I'm going to abuse it again soon. It was growing so efficient with my workout that it accepted its fate. Flab.

I heart my stupid production hat

I've scaled back. In fact, I've taken this week off. It's really really hard. Since I'm so use to doing some level of fitness. In the meantime I've been watching vids of what to do when I hit the gym again. It's definitely given something to look forward to. And maybe next time that 225 lbs. on the bench is going to feel like nothing at all.

Muscle needs time to rebuild. Buy Victoria Secret for your man, dammit.