Bad bad bad day.

It was a super bad bad bad day on Saturday, safe for the American Gangster we watched. Why? Cause I fucking aggravated my shoulder at gym doing bench press again. Why? I went at off-peak hour as usual and I couldn't find any spotter, so had to settle for this sissy-but-ok-fit-looking dude working at the smith machine. I should've known, sissies working at the smith machine with their earphones on should not be trusted. I asked him to help me lift off for the 1st rep and he nodded, and wtf happened? I was like "1...2...up." I lifted it myself and he didn't do shit. Immediately my shoulder 'tiaked' again and it's all over. It hurt and still is hurting and I don't know how many months it'll take to heal again.

OKAY, I GIVE UP. NO MORE WEIGHT TRAINING FOR THE NEXT FEW MONTHS. Only thing I can do now is chin-up and squats I guess, no deadlifts, no military press, no bench press, no rows, what's the point?

Still, I'm not gonna leave myself to rot without working out. Since I'm not fated to bulk, at least not in the next few years, I'm gonna go on an extreme devilish cutting phase starting from tomorrow. The stadium track, treadmill, stationery bike and stair-master at the gym will be my best friend, with tons and tons of burpees and chin-ups thrown in as well. HIIT will be the most repeated word I'm gonna live by, followed by the famous line of "I'm gonna take my time...."

I'm gonna get ripped to shreds I'm gonna get ripped to shreds I'm gonna get ripped to shreds (repeat until end of time).

The last in-body assessment I did at CF weighs me in at 70.7kg and 12.2% bodyfat. Target...hmm...65-68kg 10-11% bodyfat. It's hiong, but I'm gon drag my ass all the way to get there.

Just pray I don't give up after 2 weeks, lol.