It has been weeks, no, months since the last time I spent meaningful hours in the gym. Without any programs, I was literally straying with no direction, making peace with myself - consoling myself that I would somehow find elusive 6-packs, like freshly opened durians.
It is a tall order - what was I thinking?
Well, getting to the gym 5-days/weeks doing supersets in a packed 16-weeks program is, well, tough. In between all that, there were Creatines, Wheys, half-boiled eggs, skimmed milks, lots of food and proteins and many, many sore muscles. I might not be doing it, or eating right enough to see tangible results. Perhaps I'd get the packs and tones on my second try. To date, I have yet to lock on any program. I have enough things to kill time, and lesser time to do it.
This long break, I am taking time to get myself together and know what are my micro and macro targets. Losing weights is no longer a priority. And I am now not in a position to bulk up, so it's really to maintain whatever physiques I have now. I am after all, should be grateful. This has been the best time, yet.
For now, the regimes remained status quo.
Current weight - 77.7kg. Still one pack on my tummy.