Am I an addict?
Searches google “addict defination”
Google replies “Did you mean addict definition“
You know only too well I f*cking did
- a person who is addicted to a particular substance, typically an illegal drug.
Hmmmmm not a very nice sentence, maybe something more informal?
- an enthusiastic devotee of a specified thing or activity.
Ohhhh I like that, a bit less harsh. There is something fun about announcing you are a “a self-confessed chocolate addict”. I don’t think I am an addict of anything really, yet people rarely do. Since being a wee chap, my parents would say to watch out for things as they believed I had an addictive personality. A generic thing to say, which in actuality a bit of a myth to be fair. Most researchers in addiction today would caution against the idea of a single, generic personality that is prone to addiction.
Right let me clarify what I am talking about here. Caffeine. Yeah, not very rock and roll is it? I cannot seem to get enough of the stuff. I’d go through phases not consuming any fizzy liquids, only water. Then *bam* outta knowhere, I’m right in the middle of a big coke binge…..the cola that is. One Summer all I did was guzzle Sprite zero while pushing trolleys for the now defunct “Superquinn”, Lucozade Orange was the drink of choice this time last year. That was until I discovered the dragon I had been chasing.
The white can of Monster. Whats the flavour? I could’nt tell you. It tastes unlike anything that ever graced my lips. The buzz I get from it feels like an electricity socket gets plugged into my veins. A can of Monster has 150mg caffeine per can, a recommended max amount of caffeine is believed to be around 400mg a day. I was at the stage where I would drink at least two cans of the stuff a day and about 6 cups of coffee,giving me a dose of two recommended daily allowances in the one day.
No wonder I couldn’t sleep.
This is the day where Davy and I had the nutrition chat that resonated with me. I had only gone and rocked up to the gym pure wrecked, with a big can of Monster to try get me going! Davy just asked how many of those a day I drink, and then we had a great chat about how to properly fuel my body. Surely , Monster was fuel? I honestly think a few litres of it would start a lawnmower. However, while the caffeine was giving me a kick up the whole during the day,it unhealthy sleeping pattern. Which in turn stopped my body from recovering appropriately. Protein intake was now the focus, with history showing my daily diet to regularly consist of just 10% protein.
The warm up consisted of 25 minutes on the bike, after that I was done. Davy copped on to the tiredness, as he instigated the dietary chat. He could tell the body (or mind) was not able for it, four sets of certain exercises that became three sets as my body was just not able for the output on the day. The whole chest and back section of the workout only lasted about 35 minutes. I gave it what it was possible to give, but was grateful for the call to end it. After the gym, the next location was the shop to purchase eggs, avocados, oats and more. Not a can of monster in my shopping basket.
Leg day, jaysus, with no sweet elixir of life. This session hit an hour with Vinnie. The reps were high and the weight was testing. The Romanian dead lifts were the most taxing part of the workout this day. Actually I lie, as Vinnie had be on the floor three times when I came to the second workout. It was some weighted balanced squat device he had masterminded, 20 reps me arse, I was on me arse after ten each time. Guess I shouldn’t have slagged him off before hand for never training legs. Was always going to come back to bit me, not on the arse sure that was firmly place don the floor, but on the ehhhh thighs? We finished with times leg extensions and hamstring curls and I went home and took an hour long nap, in the middle of the day. Tuesdays are like my Sundays for all the world. I prepped that nights training for the soccer team, knowing that in no way would my legs let me participate.
Catherine was today’s instructor, it has been awhile since we had done a session. I went over to the gym early to get some cardio on the bike in, probably should of gone on the cross trainer to get the blood flowing in my arms aswell. As I alluded to in earlier installments, the cross trainer bores the shorts off me. The workout was fun though and the dynamic was different with Catherine, where she focused on some supersets, with a balance between machines and free weights. The burn in the ‘aul rotator cuff was still apparent but manageable. We did 21’s for the first time in a long time, seven reps, change hand position, another 7 and repeat. After shoulders we got a serious arm circuit done before moving onto the dreaded prowler, to really squeeze out every ounce of energy.
The lack of caffeine became apparent in rehearsals for the upcoming play “Philedelphia, Here I Come”. The energy was sapped, my mind less focused. With another the comedy night coming up on Friday, I relapsed. For the first time in a four days, I drank a can of Monster. I needed it, badly! To be fair the diet had worked well for the week, I was down about 5 pounds all in all from just being a bit more vigilant with everything. However I couldn’t resist the Monster before getting on stage, no doubt it will be the same next week in the Watergate, with two shows a day.
In relation to the comedy stuff, you can come to the next show on Friday the 9th of December. The demand has been so high over the last few months we added an extra show on the day. Pick up tickets below
Kilkenny Comedy Joke the Halls – Christmas Show!
If you want to make a change, you can contact Davy on 0892528904 or email [email protected].