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The “Muscle Weighs More Than Fat” Debacle

Logic is the use & study of valid reasoning.  Logic is “something that we know to be true” so WHY does logic fly out the window when it comes to people training & wanting to lose weight?

I have many, many pet hates & have often been told I’m an angry person, I’m not.  I just don’t suffer fools gladly.  I cannot stand double negatives, people putting themselves down & moronic sayings like “muscle weighs more than fat.” It just doesn’t & the sooner you stop saying it, the more intelligent you become.  (my annoyance list is longer than this, but let’s keep it there)

Let’s investigate:

Muscle Weighs More Than Fat

HOW? How can the weight of something firm be more than that of something soft?  Switch it to something else, lets go extreme….lead and feathers.

Hrmmmm, those scales look level to me.  Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa?  How can this be?  Lead is obviously heavier, than feathers.  Isn’t it? Is it?  No.  No. NO. NO!

A pound is a pound is a pound is a pound is a pound is a pound!  A pound of feathers weighs the same as a pound of lead.  The same goes for muscle versus fat. A pound of muscle is the same as a pound of fat; in weight, not density.  What you mean & what you say are two different things.

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This may sound a little harsh, but when you realise what you’ve been saying for years is utterly preposterous, perhaps you’ll change your mind.  Otherwise, if you’re unsure if your statement defies logic; Google may have the answer for you.

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I’ll leave you with some “food for thought”

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Muscle is more dense, so takes up less space that fat

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Identical weight, but entirely different physiques

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OMG! You’re So Inspirational!!

**Just a quick note, this has taken me the better part of three days to write**

Mmmmmmmmmm.  Inspirational.

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When I hear that word I think of Marie Curie, Florence Nightingale, Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, and Pope Francis.  You know? The greats that have influenced change in the world.

Not me.

I don’t see it.  Am I humble? Perhaps. Some may think I’m wrong.  That’s ok too.  I’ve searched the web, asked some friends & gained a little insight about inspiration; who knows.  I might convince myself by the time I reach the end of this post!

Inspiration; in its most layman sense is seeing something that drives you to want to do it yourself.  I’ve been told I’m inspiring, that I’ve made others want to change their lifestyle because of what I do, that because of me they want to lift and that’s great!

I know my trainer uses my transformation to help motivate others; which is still surreal to me.  Maybe I’m modest? I don’t wanna push my love of training on to others, so maybe I’m not wanting to accept that some people really are inspired by what I’m doing. Maybe it’s a mind thing? (before I started going to the gym regularly, the “fitspo” posts drove me mental. A lot of motivation/inspiration quotes still rub me the wrong way….that’s for another post!)

So, a perfect example of fitness inspiration:

“My brother-in-law has a spinal injury caused over in Afghanistan after an explosion he was left with 2 crushed disks and 3 slipped disks, Physio didn’t work for him and they wouldn’t operate as the risk and damage was too much, he’s now in training for mid July to complete a 30 mile bike ride and his spine and nerve damage seems to be improving with his training. We are talking gone from not being able to walk without aid down the hall way to being able to ride 10-12 miles a day.. The change is amazing…. Made me want to challenge myself.”

Is that like me?  No.  Am I an inspiration? Well, I didn’t think so.  I visited a friend this morning & she reminded me where I was last year, pain & level of activity wise I am now a different person.  I am that way because I chose to change, so if people know my history & that prompts them to want to better themselves, the so be it.  I’m no where near the level of inspirational greatness, but if one person decides to strive for a better way of life because of me, then I guess I’ll accept the fact I can be inspirational.

It’s still odd though!!

I’ll leave you with an image that is inspirational to me:

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Progress. Detailing The Last Six Months:

I promised to detail what I do & how I’ve achieved my progress.  So, here we go.  Feel free to TL;DR if the history is boring…..

History

OK, so I won’t go too far back.  Er, about 2 years ago I was told I had a crushed L4 & a crumbling L5 disc in my spine – they’re the two bones right above your sacrum.  It was also causing nerve issues at my SI joint, I was asked if I wanted surgery (I said yes) to be told, No. Surgery might not be the best option, lets try Cortisone injections.  Fast forward to February 2014 & I got my injection.

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MRI of my spine. Blue line shows where the damage is.

Prior to this I’d had SPD during pregnancy, two lots of physio as well as Diclofenic, Ibruprofen, Naproxen, Codeine, Tramadol, Gabapentin & Amitriptyline. Mmmmm!! That was over the course of around 5 – 8 years. 

Everything was fine, until July.  I went to move from a seated position at work to standing & I have no idea how I did it, but I caused myself a pretty intense injury; which resulted in me being immobile for the better part of a week. I was miserable, I relied heavily on my Husband to do everything & I promised to do something about it.  I’d gotten nowhere with Physio, so decided I needed a trainer, someone who was versed in strength as opposed to micro movements that may, or may not help.  I already had a gym membership (OK, it was *quite* dusty from non-use, but it was there)

TL;DR: Back hurt a lot, needed to do something.

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Going back to the gym. Happy Face.

So, I went back to the gym.  Met Andy, a Trainer at the gym.  I told him what had happened, gave him a brief history about my back & that I wanted to improve my core.

If I’m completely honest, I’m not really able to detail how we’ve done it (I say we, because without Andy, I wouldn’t have progressed to this level) most sessions I’ve had with him have varied AND we’ve moved to a new gym (He got a new job, my membership was up so I went with him) what I can tell you is we’ve gone from resistance machines to more free weights.

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Left – August. Right – September.

Spending time with Andy helped me to learn that my left hand side was weaker than the right – we’re still in the process of attempting to get them to a similar, if not same level but I have progressed with it.  Some things are now easier with my left than they are with my right.

A lot of our sessions have focused on different muscle groups.  I’ll *never* forget our first leg day.  Never known pain like it! I hated warm up & cool down as well though because cardio.  Cardio can do one, I hate cardio.  When I first met Andy, I smoked – around 10-15 a day, I knew there’d become a time when I knew I’d have to stop, as I’d lose out on a lot of the benefits of exercise due to my smoking. It took me 6 months to stop, but I did.  Finally.

I now do my cardio outside of the gym, it maximises my time with Andy, but it also helps me boost my fitness.  I cycle to the gym, I cycle to work – from home to work is 9KM, from home to the gym is 8KM. I hated that too, but I pine for my bike when I’m not on it.  Even if I’ve smashed my face up, I *do* still miss it.

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Left- August. Right – November

**Important Information**

When I started, I mostly hated it.  There was always something new, a stronger weight, a longer run time, circuits, spinning, squats, lunges, back extensions, kettlebells, assisted pull ups.  EVERYTHING was hard. Everything has been a struggle.  I’ve wondered if it was worth it, why I was doing it, how long it was gonna take to enjoy it/feel better/get stronger.  Then I had a week off as I was healing from getting tattooed.  I went back and had lost so much progress.  I’d gone from 35KG on the pull-down to 20KG, 5 minutes on the Vario machine instead of 8-10.  I was angry.  Angry at myself, I’d come so far & lost so much really quickly.  It did make me see how far I’d come though, which spurred me on to get back to where I was.

I still hate parts, but I do them as I know there is a method in the madness.  One of the best things though?  There are things that I LOVE doing.  I’m not overly bothered with PB’s but there are things that I’d happily do over, and over, and over again.

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