But you'll agree that they're far more the exception than the rule. Which was more or less my point.
I'd agree they are very much the exception. My observation would be that most 60 years+ guys that call themselves fit are like myself and look better than 90% of our age range peers, are much stronger and agile, look good with a shirt on, shirt off...not so much. IMO 100% of the not so much is diet and at this point it's just too easy to say fuck it, I'll have another piece of that pie.
I like to think I still look pretty good with my shirt off. I sill have the pecs, a pretty good "V" and abs, although they're a lesser version of what they once were. My arms and shoulders took a bigger hit over the years. Perhaps it's because I'm doing less volume and no upper body isolation work, but I'm guessing time played a role as well. Even so, I still kinda like what I see, especially when I'm pumped. I think I still look better than some ~reasonably fit 30-year-olds. Let's see how long that lasts.I'd agree they are very much the exception. My observation would be that most 60 years+ guys that call themselves fit are like myself and look better than 90% of our age range peers, are much stronger and agile, look good with a shirt on, shirt off...not so much. IMO 100% of the not so much is diet and at this point it's just too easy to say fuck it, I'll have another piece of that pie.
Actually I can take or leave the pie, the cake, the candy and pastries. It's those drug dealing devils at Dairy Queen that get me, the Blizzards specifically. I'm like some crack head driving by a crack house when going past a DQ. The shit just calls out to me. I can only hold out for so long and then cave. The binge begins and three days and 3 blizzards later I'm filled with remorse and regret.I like to think I still look pretty good with my shirt off. I sill have the pecs, a pretty good "V" and abs, although they're a lesser version of what they once were. My arms and shoulders took a bigger hit over the years. Perhaps it's because I'm doing less volume and no upper body isolation work, but I'm guessing time played a role as well. Even so, I still kinda like what I see, especially when I'm pumped. I think I still look better than some ~reasonably fit 30-year-olds. Let's see how long that lasts.
As for the pie thing, I've pretty much written that stuff off. I only have pie or cake on birthdays, when I'm pretty much "forced" to have some. And even though I have very little, I feel guilty as shit for some time afterwards. Not only because of the empty carbs, but because in one sitting I have more added sugar than I normally have in about a month. So while I like to get together with family and friends, as you might have guessed I don't much like birthday parties.
My weakness is fresh bread. And Montreal-style bagels, with which I cannot be trusted. I no longer buy them because I lose all sense of control if they're in the house. I limit my bread to the good stuff, and in ~reasonably small quantities, but I sometimes reinterpret what "reasonable" is.
I agree that nothing beats an ice cream cone (or even a frozen yogurt cone) on a hot summer day. And I'd even allow for the saturated fat. But I just can't bring myself to have that much sugar. A number of years ago, I used to buy tubs of chocolate or cappuccino-flavored frozen yogurt and cones for just such occasions. But I stopped because of the sugar. Then a couple of years ago, I bought some in a moment of weakness. But I found it far too sweet, since I had weened myself off sugar.
Well, it's probably not because of the exclusion of upper body single joint (isolation) exercises. A look at 23 studies on the subject:
I. IMO 100% of the not so much is diet and at this point it's just too easy to say fuck it, I'll have another piece of that pie.
Seems counterintuitive. Can you give an example to illustrate your point?
