Hallo there. My father was pentathlon champion at the last Empire games in 52. Photos of that time will show he had a sufficiency of muscles. 54" expanded chest, 19" waist, 15" biceps. He took nil additives, but worked out on the rings and in the swimming pool. His diet was eggs, meat and potatoes with a great deal of fish. And he carried a caber up and down a heartbreak hill. For this reason, among others, I don't work out particularly hard, nor worry too much about additives, but just stick to a balanced diet and regular workout. I am not 'ripped' but when younger did sufficient lifting and heavy work to be considered extremely fit. The balance, carbs to protein, is wholly dependent upon your use of your 'ripped-ness'. If walking a catwalk and posing for camera it is wholly different than debusing trucks and helicopters in motion, and slugging through rainforest with 70lbs on your back. Or even working, lifting and rings in games, while staying fast enough for the boxing ring. 😇
By additives, I don't mean food chemicals, but supplements. His supplements were, ''Another fish please dear.''
Keep on keeping on. 😇
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My grandfather was vice national champion in weight lifting and he used to drink a big bowl of clarified butter my father told me. He was very ripped, I suppose it was some kind of ketogenic diet back in those days.
Well dad was always telling stories of the diet of the 30's in which butter and other spreads were in short supply or Home-Made, and he basically only had varieties of lard dripping. But as to these new words like ketogenic, they were coined by rich people with abundant choices. I'm pretty sure that although dad became a senior master at a comprehensive school, he would never have heard or used such a word. I remember saying kinesic and he told me off, and said to say body-language, and to keep new words for university papers. 😆
Sadly I never spoke to my grandfather, I don't even know If I ever met him because I was a toddler when visiting. I wonder how it was communicated back in those days, go easy on the khubz and figs and if it melts, indulge in it? :)
Well, my Dad very seldom spoke, unless teaching. Every thing he had to say always had a point or info necessary to the situation. He never spoke of the war unless praising one of his acquaintance, and always spoke quietly in a manner that made everyone be quiet to listen. Figs, dates, dried apricots and sultanas were his favourite foods when fresh fruit wasn't readily available, but then he served in the boats on North Atlantic and Mediterranean convoys. 😊