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A Neat Little Graph Chris Made

The other day Chris sent me the following email:

Here is an updated screenshot of my spreadsheet.  New features include:

-Days out column (2nd column)

-Highlights along the first column denoting days I was not at home

Also attached is a screenshot of a neat little graph I made comparing my body weight last prep and this prep. Yes, I make graphs for fun.


Well, what are we waiting for?  Let’s check them out! sdsfsdfs Good, nice new highlights and “Days Out” column.  “Moving” and “Move into APT” have been added in the highlight column too.  We can see that “Move into APT” was counted as HITT.  I bet gym programmers will see this, be impressed by Chris’s success, and “Move into APT” will soon be the new Zumba.

Gym Goer #1:  “Yeah, gotta get to Move into APT class tonight; we’re carrying mattresses to the 4th floor this session.”

Gym Goer #2: “Oh, right, the 4th floor mattress carry, the 4FMC.  That’s tough but just wait until you get to the pivoting-couch-room-entry.  That’s how I grew these biceps.” sds And there is the “neat little graph!”  We can see a nice comparison of his body weight changes during his 2011 and 2013 (current) contest preps. The part I find most interesting in this “neat little graph” is the steadiness with which Chris lost weight during both preps.  During the 2011 prep, Chris’s schedule was very reliable, he trained in the same gym, he had access to his own kitchen, and, he was not traveling.  During this prep, he’s moved from Oklahoma to Massachusetts and spent time in various other places with an erratic schedule, no consistent kitchen, and training at a variety of gyms.  “How many other gyms?  How many other places?” -you ask.  Well, lucky for you, Chris sent me another email with these fascinating statistics!

Length of Prep:  146 days (21 weeks)

Time away from “home” (in quotes due to changing of “home” during prep which we will define as a place at which we paid rent):  53 of the 146 days (36.3%)

Number of different gyms trained in:  7

States visited during prep:  Oklahoma, Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, Massachusetts, Florida, New Hampshire, and New Jersey (upcoming)

OK so, all this traveling and time away from “home” is kind of a big deal.  Chris had to plan all his meals, find appropriate gyms, and organize his schedule to get the food and get to the gyms to make all this work.  (And he had to not drive me crazy, which, for the most part, he accomplished). And yet, we look at the graph made for fun, and see how his weight loss was steady, just like it was in 2011 when life was simpler.  You’re physiologically fascinating Chris!

I want to end with one more picture from our Cape Cod trip:  Chris thinks he’s good at putting sunscreen on his own back, but he’s not.

Mr. “No Lindy, I don’t need any help putting sunscreen on my back; I can do it all by myself.”

I’m bitter about his sunscreening abilities because he also sunscreened my back this day giving me a similar patchwork pattern of burn.

In conclusion, Chris:  good at spreadsheeting and steady weight loss; bad at sunscreening.

The Journey: So Much Yogurt

We made it.  I am writing this from our new home:  a hotel in Westborough, Massachusetts.  We’ve been busy.

Last Saturday, we dumped everything we own into a UHaul.  It is so good that Chris is strong.


Extra large UHaul box that Lindy can’t even lift needs to be carried out?  No problem for muscle man.

Like really, those muscles aren’t just for show.


“Oh, the dresser needs to be moved? Let me just pick up the whole thing myself, while it is still packed with clothes, and carry it outside.  Yeah, I wear my sunglasses indoors.” – Chris

I was totally impressed by Chris’s moving skills.  Not only was he able to manhandle dressers and hefty boxes but, in a grand feat of mental tetris, he perfectly fit all our stuff into the UHaul.


The UHaul Tetris champion

Sunday morning, Chris awoke at 5 am, bright eyed and bushy tailed.  Sunday morning, I awoke at 6 am, groaning, as this was still one hour prior to our agreed upon waking time, but Chris had returned caffeinated from McDonalds and was joyfully bustling about the apartment.

After returning our friend Jeremy’s air mattress, we were on the road by 7:45 am, me in my Corolla and Chris in the perfectly packed UHaul, for what was supposed to be an 8 hour drive to my parents’ house in St. Louis.  We hit a torrential rainstorm around Tulsa, the city with highways perpetually under construction, and had to drive turtle-like because we couldn’t see the road and there was absolutely nowhere to pull off.  This was the least fun driving of the entire trip.

Chris’s plan for the trip was to eat large amounts of Fage Greek yogurt.  Large amounts.  As in, four tubs a day dispersed throughout his first four meals of the day.  The last meal of the day was supposed to be several Pure Protein bars.  He had made this plan a few weeks ago and figured this was the easiest way to hit his macros while traveling.

When we were finally able to pull over, after Torrential Tulsa, at the first rest stop in Missouri, Chris breathlessly informed me that 1) at this moment he would pay $10,000 for movers to come and drive the UHual for him through the super narrow construction lanes and never-ending torrential downpour and 2) he had gotten so hungry during the downpour that he had deviated from the plan and consumed protein bars instead of yogurt as yogurt would have required pulling over to eat and, as stated previously, we were unable to pull over.  Stupid Torrential Tulsa.

We made it to my parents house that night in 9 hours.  Chris sprinted and I repeatedly ran at my “fast” speed up a hill near their house for our workouts.  For dinner that night, my mom made tacos.  Chris enjoyed the Greek yogurt.  (And almonds.)


Does his putting the yogurt on a normal dinner plate make this less or more weird of him?  Also, what a fine drinking glass the gentleman dines with!

Monday, after a firm discussion Sunday night, Chris awoke very quietly at 6 am while I slept peacefully until 7 am.  On this, day two of our journey, we drove 13 hours to Durkin, New York.  Although it rained most the day, it wasn’t Torrential Tulsa so it was much less stressful and everyone was able to eat their yogurt…while sitting in their UHauls…at gas stations.


This is probably what all the other truckers were eating.  Fage (pronounced “Fa-hay” I believe) is really all they sell in truck stops these days….

Our goal that day was to make it to Erie, PA.  However, Chris is a limit pusher.  So of course, if our goal was to make it to Erie, PA, we were not going to spend that night in Erie, PA (never mind that there were 8 different nice looking hotels right off the highway to choose from and it was still light out as we drove through Erie, PA). We were tougher than those wusses needing to stop at Erie, PA.  We were going to push past Erie, PA…into the abyss.

The abyss turned out to be Durkin -located one hour of dark, windy, deer-infested road past Erie and giving us the joy of paying $20 of New York hotel taxes.  But we beat our goal.  Erie, PA was like competing at 6% body fat but with Durkin, we were at 3%!  You won Chris! ……


A full-size cooler and a sidekick cooler were brought inside each night.

On Tuesday, Chris allowed me to sleep what he claimed was a bit more although it didn’t really count because we had just crossed over into the Eastern time zone and I had announced before bed that, since it was just us keeping a schedule with each other, we didn’t have to act like we were on Eastern time yet and we could still pretend we were on central time; I could sleep more if we didn’t switch over! But he disregarded my logical wishes and woke me up.  Which brings me to something that needs to be discussed:  Chris always needs about 30 minutes less sleep than I do, but when he’s dieting, he needs much less sleep.  We have spent hours hypothesizing reasons for the diet-induced sleep reductions and there is no clear answer other than that many physiological changes (hormonal, cardiovascular, body compositional, etc.) are clearly occurring and these influence sleep.  Anyway, his lack of needing sleep is probably my least favorite part of the whole contest prep thing.  I suppose I’ll survive.  He did carry the dressers.

Tuesday afternoon we drove through beautiful parts of New York and Massachusetts and around 5:30 pm arrived at our current hotel home.


Our hotel kitchen packed with bodybuilder food

The first thing we did after getting to the hotel was to find a grocery store where Chris bought foods other than yogurt.  He only ate four tubs of it a day for 3 full days…why did he need something different?


Yogurt cooler (those are all 2 serving tubs).

We went to a Gold’s gym affiliated with our hotel after the grocery store Tuesday night.  We did not go to the pre-selected Worcester gym that Chris had been excited about because we could not bear the idea of driving much and, well, because the Gold’s was free.

Wednesday and today we’ve been apartment hunting.  There were some anguished moments where we decided we should just go back to Oklahoma and commute each day by airplane, but tonight we’ve got it narrowed down to two good choices:  an ancient baby carriage factory (renovated, fortunately) with a short commute or a condo on a mountainside with a longer commute.  The ancient baby carriage factory is farther from fun things but closer to work and the mountainside condo is farther from work but closer to fun things.  The mountainside condo is also close to the gym that Chris was initially excited about.  Also, it’s not really on a mountainside; it’s just partway up one of the steepest hills I have ever seen in my life (scared-my-car-might-go-vertical-and-flip-over-backwards steep).

We’ve also been gym hunting.  In the last two days, we’ve visited eight apartments and five gyms.  (If we live in the ancient baby carriage factory, the gym Chris found online will be too far away).  It does look like the gym situation will work out too.


Chris on Wednesday morning wondering if we should just commute to work by airplane from Oklahoma and give up the apartment hunting

In other news, Chris’s weight is down to 199 lbs and he’s looking leaner.  Despite the stress of living in a hotel and deciding big things like where we’ll live and what gym we’ll go to, he’s doing well. During previous contest preps, when things started getting intense, Chris’s robotic instincts increased and his sense of humor decreased.  Fortunately, right now, his sense of humor is fully intact.  Today we were being shown an apartment in what the realtor promised us was a “nice area;” when we left the showing and were alone in my car, Chris could barely keep it together.  I asked why he was laughing and he told me, “I’m about 95% sure I just saw a drug deal go down on the corner from the window of the “nice area” apartment we were just shown.”  When I asked how he knew, he described the body language he saw, and confidently told me, “I’ve watched a lot of Nat Geo drug busts and I’m pretty sure that’s how these things go down.”  Later we saw an intact toilet sitting on the balcony of another “nice” apartment we were being shown.  Chris also laughed at this.

Life with my bodybuilder, even in a hotel far away from the familiar, is good.