This year I stopped going to the gym and started to train outside instead. And you know what happened? I got stronger. I look better. I feel better. And while this remains the case, I won’t be going back.
Your body just doesn’t want to be as lean as necessary to get on a bodybuilding stage. It will revolt.
But when my progress began to stall, I started adding in some junk in order to keep growing. By the time I began a food journal on October 16, I was up 10 pounds. A month later I had gained another 12 pounds.
We’re nineteen minutes into a twenty-minute breathing exercise referred to as “DMT Breathing,” and I’m on my back, covered with a Mexican blanket. I’m mostly focused on filling my chest cavity with breaths that cause my body to convulse and undulate and shiver.