Noodles and Beef

Word vomit ahead. I’m sorry.

Holding firm at 230lbs.

My spreadsheets indicate good progress. Trunk is down ten inches from the last time I was 230lbs, giving me an 12" drop (chest-waist). My proportions are the best they’ve ever been. I have a nice four pack and visible Adonis lines.

My emotional state is awful.

Arms are down to a pathetic 17" cold, thighs are just 27", and I can’t even bring myself to measure my rump; paralyzed with fear it shrank.

I cannot cut down anymore. But I can’t just jump back into bulking. Need to be under 240lbs for certain surprises, have to look good for beef visit next month, etc…

I’ve started stockpiling bulking supplies for when I return from my trip. Going to have my most rewarding bulk yet.

Just gotta hold it together a little longer. I feel like I could crack at any moment. Big pup was wonderful and removed the bedroom mirror so I don’t wake up to a sad skinny me.

Less than a month.

My cutting has been going well. I can fit into a size 30 waist and have abdominal dimples when relaxed.

I am 235lbs. The lightest I’ve been since 2012.

Previous cuts I’ve dropped to 240-250lbs and started experiencing body anxiety, light body dysmorphia, occasionally an attack. But not this time.

I think I am (starting to be) happy (maybe) with my body. (Knock on wood).

I actually want to continue cutting until I have a six pack again. I’m just curious what that would look like. I’m only 15lbs away from a body fat percentage low enough to support a six pack.

Possibly related: I’m really enjoying the size difference between my pups and I. They’re all huge, super heavyweight bodybuilders, and they’re just growing bigger as I cut smaller.

Today at the gym I was stretching on the floor. My pups came to stand over me, unintentionally emphasizing their giant-like size. Instant boner.

I find myself enjoying the “encourager” role more. Almost like I’ve reconciled that I’ll never be big and am vicariously living through the growth of my pups.

Sorry for the thought dump. Lots of things to process.

Comparing photos of myself at my biggest to my current smallness.

I know my body composition has improved, but I’ve been feeling very small lately.  I’m hoping my next bulk will go better than the last couple attempts.  I’ve been very bad about eating enough calories to sustain growth…I think thats the culprit.

I had a body composition scan today. Green is muscle, red is fat, white is bone. 

I’m 21% fat. This is pretty good.  I thought I was closer to 30%.  If I lost 25lbs I would have a defined 8 pack. That doesn’t seem like very much to lose.

Grumble.

I originally got this scan as a baseline to see how much my bodyfat increased when my bulk ends in October.  But now that I know I was just 25lbs away from amazing abs I feel like I should have just kept cutting.

Darn it.

Today he asked....

lonestarpuppy:

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When I was a kid, I was the fat kid. I was also the kid that cried way too easily. It destroyed me.

When I met Sir last year, he had seen nude pictures of me, but the idea of standing in front of him and disrobing and being rejected was nearly too much for me, and when that time came, I was scared to death. He wasn’t going to like me, something was going to be wrong.

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I started in the gym under the guise of “being the best boy I could be” for my wife and Sir, but that’s about 90% bullshit. It’s for me. It’s because one day, I looked in the mirror and hated what I saw, and there are still days where I see myself at 285 pounds, five years out of the gym, sedentary, fat, tired after I walked up the stairs to my apartment…the list goes on.

once I started working out and getting a little more comfortable, I think the blog really helped me. I realized that there are going to be people who don’t like how I am no matter what. I could be my ideal body type and weight and tan and whatever, and there would still be people who hated the way I looked.

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And then there are the others. I saw noodlesandbeef’s blog probably about the same time I got serious with Sir. I idolized him and his pups because they were what I wanted to be. Aside from all of the bodybuilding stuff, they were open and free and he seems to be able to just shake it off when people shit on him, even though he’s talked about having BDD a lot. and I’d post a picture, and he’d like it, or take the two seconds to tell me I was doing a good job. he’d come and find my posts even though he wasn’t following my blog. That meant a lot. It made me feel like I was doing so great, it still does.

There are still days where I see myself at my worst when I look in the mirror. They’re starting to be fewer and far between, but I’ve come a long way in loving and accepting myself. Last year, I was scared to death of taking off my shirt at a FUCKING BEAR NIGHTCLUB, and in two days I plan on basically wearing a harness and a jockstrap all night.

I think the confidence in yourself really makes the difference.

You are doing great, pup!  Aside from your physical progress, I see you opening up more and more on your blog, its beautiful, your Sir must be very proud.

Aside from the support of your Dom, I’m glad you’re finding therapy in your blog posts.  I’ve written before how its been my most powerful tool in dealing with my BDD, and it makes me happy seeing others utilize it.

To traviscantfocus: *hugs*

Submission from Daniel D:

So Venfield 8 has gone and made a public statement that he wants you to be a model for him.

“And I have been so inspired by this man named Dylan, a sometime model/blogger who runs a blog called Noodles and Beef. People will know of him… He did this great homage to Colt calendar last year. He is so sexy and so beautiful. But there are so many…. I am always inspired. Francois is so swoon-worthy, I hope that happens! Oooh, and watch out Dylan! I’m going to pester you ‘till you cave!”

So will you do it? I think it would be amazing if you did. Here is the link to the interview where he statement: http://thelisp.blogspot.com/2014/06/i-found-my-thrill-on-bear-hill.html

I’m always so flattered when photographers approach me to be the subject of their work.  Flattered and terrified.

99% of my photos are self portraits.  I use a flexible tripod and a remote trigger to take photos, Adobe Camera RAW to do colour correction, and Photoshop to remove my blemishes.  I control the entire process.  Thats my comfort zone.

I’m very critical of my body image and being able to art direct my own image helps me pick flattering photos that make me feel better about myself.  When other people take photos of me, I end up seeing parts of myself that make me depressed about my body.  

Photography is a form of therapy for me and I am not comfortable giving up control of that.

It took me a while to articulate this to venfield8, and he’s been very respectful and understanding.  When I’m more secure about myself I would love to work with someone so talented.

Anonymous asks:
Hey Can I just say As a fellow person with BDD All those hate comments would of gotten to me in a bad way, but you just brushed them off. Good on ya big guy!

I probably would have been suicidal reading those comments six years ago.  Years of therapy have helped me develop ways of dealing with my body dysmorphia.  I haven’t had a major attack in a very long time.

I might never be “cured” because of the huge disparity between my reflection and actual measurements, but therapy has helped a lot.

Highly recommended for anyone who struggles with their body.

Top row: me at 230lbs a couple years back.

Bottom row: me at 230lbs now.

This is the first time I’ve been 230lbs in over two years, and I’m freaking out a little because I think I’m not making progress.  Its important to compare myself at 230lbs then versus now.

  • Arms are +1.5" larger
  • Chest is +½" larger
  • Thighs and butt are +½" larger
  • Shoulders are +5" broader (this is a weird measurement because growth in my upper back and chest can skew accuracy)
  • But, most importantly, my midsection is -8" smaller

I might be the same weight, but my midsection is much smaller.  This means my overall bodyfat is lower, hence why I’m more defined.  

I was freaking out because I feel like I haven’t made much progress in two years (like my arms are barely bigger), but I am much leaner.  That means I probably experienced a lot of muscle growth, but because of the fat loss, its harder to measure.  All I know is I’m more defined and my proportions are better.

Having a small day.  Frustrated with my lack of progress.  Short of resorting to steroids, I feel like I’ve done everything, while my pups and friends make big gains in a month that it takes me in a year.

I know, I know, I’m “cutting.” I’m down fat and my measurements have mostly stayed the same.  My definition is better, my proportions more like a bodybuilder…still feeling small.

Its probably all in my head, but my usual BDD tricks aren’t helping right now.  I feel like I need to do something.  Switch up my workout, audit my diet, re-evaluate my supplements.  Something isn’t working.

Back to my old workout

While big pup has had tremendous results with the Colorado Experiment workout, my stats have stayed mostly the same, with my thighs actually shrinking a few inches.  So, I’m ditching that workout.  I had the most growth doing my old two-week split.  I’m making a couple modifications based on new research:

  • SUN: Rest / Cardio
  • MON: Rest / Cardio
  • TUE: Legs
  • WED: Shoulders + Biceps
  • THU: Rest / Cardio
  • FRI: Back
  • SAT: Chest + Triceps

Yes, three rest days.  I’m still trying to cut, so I’ll be doing HIIT cardio (mountain bike) on my rest days.  I’m stacking up complimentary muscle groups (ala Alexy’s workout), spacing auxiliary muscle groups apart to avoid over-training, and putting legs before my lagging muscle group arms.  (For the slight GH advantage this might provide).

I’m using a more traditional bodybuilding format for my workout:

  • 3-4 sets at 10-12 reps per set
  • 5/1 tempo (slower reps build more muscle)
  • 1 compound exercise for warmup (15 reps for the first set)
  • 3-4 additional exercises per muscle group

Diet is…okay.  I need to be more punctual with my protein intake, otherwise its good.

Sigh!  My life.

Today was a good day!

I was getting super depressed post-surgery because I thought I had lost a ton of weight/size from being away from the gym.  (Doc says I can’t workout for two-four weeks).  Had my first successful workout post-surgery today.  Hurray!  Previous attempts were met with shooting pain that necessitated my use of pain killers.  But not today!

And then I took my measurements!  I’ve actually stayed about the same weight, same size, nothing shrank…except my arms, which are down an inch, but that might be because I haven’t worked out in a while.

Anyway.  Phew.  Measurements keep me from going crazy.  My mind plays tricks on me when I look at my reflection; I think I’ve suddenly become flabby and skinny after a break from the gym…but nothing has changed.

Also I start bulking today.  Going to try and get my arms back up an inch in time for Folsom.

Excerpt from my Quora response to the question “What is everyday life like for a bodybuilder with huge muscles?”

I’m a hobbyist bodybuilder, and while I don’t consider myself very large (please see: What does it feel like to have Body Dysmorphic Disorder?), thats how most people describe me.  I started bodybuilding at 140lbs and have been as big as 260lbs

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I always opt for the disabled person stall.  Going into anything smaller is like funneling a bull into a kennel.  My shoulders graze the stall walls, I turn to sit and my thighs fight for room with the toilet paper dispenser; the ordeal leaves me winded and frustrated.

Airplane seats are no better.  Not that I’ve ever heard anyone say they enjoy sitting in an airplane seat, but watching the pained expressions of people as I explain I’m sitting beside them.  Thats rough.  I might as well be telling them we’re sharing a seat for a trans-continental flight.  I tuck my arms in and try to make myself as small as possible, not because I want to, but I sympathize with the other passengers. Nobody wants my arm taking up both arm rests and half their seat.

Read the full response on Quora here.

bigxbad:

Yesterday Tony was feeling down about his workout progress. It’s always up to me to lift his spirits up and remind him that he is indeed doing well. When I have those moments though, I usually keep it to myself. I know he would do the same for me; it’s just I feel like it would be how when a skinny girl goes “ugh I’m such a whale” to her fat friend (not a literal metaphor). I know Tony thinks I’m silly when I say I’m not happy yet with where I’m at with my body, but it can’t be helped sometimes. The last thing I would like to do is make him question his progress when I know he looks up to me.

Earlier today I was having one of those moments. I feel I should be further along or bigger by now and that I could be doing way better in terms of nutrition and getting rest. But flipping through my older pics it helps me realize that I have had progress since then. It’s slow and steady, but progress.

This October will make two years since we started lifting.

Just some baby stuffs that I was pondering over while listening in on a company conference call.

I’ve seen “Before” photos of both you guys, and the progress you’ve made is inspiring!

I barely remember my first few years of working out, despite my spreadsheets indicating thats when I made the most progress.  No matter how much effort I put into my body, I never felt happy with the results.

120lbs later, I’m the biggest I’ve ever been, but I still am unhappy with my results.  My reflection is still the skinny, dirt-skinned twink that started lifting 7 years ago…even though I am nearly twice the size I was when I started.

This is easier said than done, but it’s important to work on your self-perception as well.  Love yourself, learn to accept compliments, remind yourself the parts of your body you love daily, and enjoy the positive affirmations people send you online.

Y'all are very beautiful folks, even before you started your fitness journey.