Mind you, I haven’t tracked my calories or macros or anything, I have just been eating a lot. Got a lot of fluff at something like 230, 5’9, and now that I pushed the deadlift past 350, I’ve started slimming down and the muscles keep popping out. Super weird, it’s hard to believe. So to the OP, don’t worry about anything else other than pushing the deadlift up close to 405.
It's not the same as the classic Arnold movies and such, which were "bad" as films but you watched them and you felt like "yeah, this is awesome!" Comparing to Arnold's work, Neil Breen movies are kind of like watching Hercules in New York. The version where Arnold isn't dubbed over. They're horrible movies, but they are just so hilarious for how poorly made they are, in just the right way.
I've already see this to be true - I'm still carrying enough fat that videos of my lifts with a belt look like somebody put a rubber band on a cupcake. But DESPITE that, I have never seen musculature in the mirror that I see now. My wife swears I've lost 20 lbs of fat, and I keep telling her that's mostly just what's underneath!
I should hit 350 next week, and hope to hit 370 before I have to start alternating - I don't know, that's up to nature and how much my children let me sleep.
Yes, and yes. Step one, for me, though, is that I really was seriously messed up. Gluttony is the moral term for it. Dysfunctional relationship with food might be a more modern idiom. No amount goal can change the fact that I don't deal with food like a sane person. That's a psychological, and I would say, spiritual, issue. So that battle first. And I think it is going well. Goals and specifics are indeed needed, though, as a normal part of life, I agree. Foundational work first, is all.
Finally - I appreciate Mr. T as much as the next guy, but on the scale y'all are measuring, you are radically missing the boat by not picking Dolf Lundgren's gloriously oiled Soviet machine performance.
Goodnight.
Sounds like Road House quality shit right there.
Funny how it all works. I used to bitch about my deltoids, arms, traps/mid back for years. Found The Blue Book and trained the hell out of my press and deadlift and stopped caring about muscle groups within a few years. I was missing two lifts from my program, simple as that.
Dolph Lungdren was pretty badass. He was like an upgrade from Jawz in the old 007 movies.
Road House is in an entirely different universe from a Neil Breen flick. This is a trailer for a movie he did that I guess I'd call almost a superhero movie? I think he hasn't done any more after it (yet).
Neil Breen - Twisted Pair 2018 Trailer - YouTube