How I Got So Swole

Lessons I wish I knew:

Principle 1: Fatty Meat is king.

If your goal is to maximize muscle mass, fatty meats is king.

Principle 2: Both body weight AND weight lifting

Funny enough, I actually got more swole from working out at home during COVID-19 than I ever did at the gym. Why? I just workout more frequently, every day, every body part every day. Pushing myself to the max.

Principle 3: Just use what you got, and do it all day, every day.

Lifting weights at home (dumbbell), and also body weight exercises (one handed pushups, one legged pistols, planche, etc).

In terms of workouts, I just try to keep it fun and interesting to myself. Vary it up! Just don’t do any boring exercises. It must be fun, challenging, hard, and difficult.

Principle 4: Vanity is good.

I like to flex and I like my body. It is a vanity thing. I see vanity is good.

Principle 5: Genetics don’t exist

Anyone who believes in genetics and muscle building may be a low-key racist (either knowingly or unknowingly). This assumes:

Some races are better than other races at putting on muscle.

Also:

Belief in genetics and different “body types” leads to fatalism.

For example, everyone is so surprised at the gym when I can deadlift 455 pounds. Why? Because I’m Asian! They would probably be less surprised if I did the same if I were African American (we tend to think of Asian men as physically inferior to African-American men).

Principle 6: All human beings can get buff with enough time, training, and meat.

If you are a human being, you have the capability to add muscle mass and subtract body fat. Simple principles:

Lift heavy weights every day (and body weight exercises)
Eat a lot of meat
Sleep a lot

That’s it. Doesn’t matter if you’re male or female or your race.

Flexing is good.

We are allowed to flex our material possessions, but not our body. Why not? This is ridiculous!

My Muscle Philosophy:

Treat your body as sculpture.

This is not my body

The first thing:

I don’t see my body as belonging to me. I look at my body like it belongs to someone else.

When I look at the Lamborghini of someone else, I admire it. When I see the muscles and physiques of anyone else, I admire it. Then I had the epiphany:

Why not transform my own body into a Lambo, and admire my own body instead?

The logic

The great logic:

It is far cheaper to get buff than to buy a Lambo.
The human body is the apex beauty. This means your personal goal in life should be to beautify your own personal body to the maximum (without plastic surgery, steroids, etc).
Ultimate democratic approach: Genetics doesn’t matter. Sex doesn’t matter. Racial ethnicity doesn’t matter. Anyone can both add muscle mass and subtract fat.
It doesn’t cost much to get ripped. Just intermittent fast [no breakfast, no lunch], one big ass meal a day, and mostly a ‘ketogenic’ diet.
Your body is always with you. Why not beautify your body to inspire yourself?