Alright, for those that follow ryeandcoke.com, you will remember that we did a 'Fit Club' - where we decided to exercise regularily and monitored our results. You can you here to check it out: Fit Club.

It was surprising how much exercising brought all our fitness levels up. After the project I could even feel tighter abs and leaner muscle. I almost brought sexy back.

So that got me thinking. Let's try this again, but focus on gaining muscle mass. Booya.

We've all heard the hype, from everything to tv advertisements, to fighters promoting protien powders. If you search the web, you find thousands upon thousands of websites selling and promoting muscle gain. It's like the wild west out there, so much mis-information, blatant marketing schemes, and money hounds. Fuckers. I hope you all get nut-cancer.

I am going to give this a very honest approach to see how much is bullshit. I am dedicating 10 weeks to working out hard according to a plan, and supplementing my diet according to a plan. I thought about listing the plan and the supplements, but I'm not doing this to promote a product. This is all about if I can generate results.

The marketing labels will be removed, and I will just describe what is in each supplement I am taking, and describe my workout routine.

So let's see what happens to me! Do my arms explode? Will I look like I'm carrying luggage when I walk? Will I get a WWE contract? Will I beat my girlfriend? Stay tuned - the supplements are on order ...

THE TRAINER

Sean once fought Chuck Norris. Of course he didn't win - nobody beats Chuck. But he survived Chuck's roundhouse kick.

This impressed Chuck Norris so much that he allowed Sean to live and plucked a hair from his beard as a gift. Because of it's powers, Sean is able to lift really heavy shit and have premonitions of the future.

He also has numchuck skillz. And this my friend, makes him the perfect guide for this ten weeks of hell.

ps. he grabbed the small dumbell for a funny pic ... but that's the actual size I use. Sean usually uses refrigerators.

DAY 1: THE LAUNCH

The supplements have arrived. The gym pass has been bought. And Sean is stoked to introduce his friend Pain.

The Workout

Worked on Chest.

I managed to drop not one, but TWO dumbells on my head. At the same time. Yup. How you may do that you ask? Well you grab more weight than you can handle and try and do a _. Reminder to the beginners and myself - baby-steps, baby steps.

DAY 2: THE RAPE

Pain. Sean brought pain. I woke up to wet blankets cause my arms cried themselves to sleep. They didn't really move all morning, just kind of held there, slightly curled like they have been withered in the sun too long or something. Any movement and they whimpered like a beaten dog.

But I was still stoked. Told them to fuckin' take it like a bitch, and then I upped the anti and drank two raw eggs. After the gagging stopped, I realized that I will never do that again. I then apologized to my arms ... they know I'm not like that - I just got out of control.

When I went into work I told the arms it was alright, and that they should show shaun what he did to them. With an embarassing amount of effort I was able to touch my nose. My poor left arm cried the hardest. Sean laughed the hardest.

The Workout

I remembered to bring a towel this time! But I forgot to bring socks. So I was all geared up looking like a dork with black dress socks on. And these ones had shitty elastics that were almost worn-out, so they kinda just fell off my legs like mini leg-warmers. I am so cool.

Mostly working on the back this session. Had to eventually drop to 2.5kg for the _ as my arms gave up and left the gym without me. I'm going to name my right arm 'Tina' and my left 'Turner". And I am Ike. And like Ike, I know that they will come back around for another beating.

Day 4: THE RAPE-OCAUST

We are gathered here today to pay our respects to Kent's arms...

My arms just ... don't work. and hurt. My wonderful girlfriend is helping me in and out of my clothes (and not in a cool, sexy way) - the toughest is getting my backpack off. She's also been rubbing muscle ache creams like she's preparing the christmas turkey.

I thought day 2 was bad, and called it 'the rape'. Well after day 4 I had to somehow describe how much worst this feels. So I had to make up a word to describe it. The Rape-ocaust.

lol, here is some video on how I'm living now with my new "handicap".brushing my teeth

Day 8: THE SHAME

Went to the gym after resting up all weekend. And I couldn't even lift the bar. I am so ashamed.

I had literally no power - I grunted, groaned, and made faces like I was lifting cars. But my arms were noodles.

Shaun tried comforting me like a lover comforts a man that can't get it up. "It's alright, it's alright. It was a tough week last week."

My man-hood lies shattered on the gym floor. I MUST succeed now and AT LEAST get some weights on the bar!

Day 15: MANHOOD REGAINED ... KINDA

Haven't been keeping on the wagon. Missed my last few workouts. Still flex in the mirror. I never miss that. never.

But in my lame defense - the office I work at moved and I had to switch gyms. New membership starts tomorrow!

Have to say, been having more energy. But haven't noticed any progress. Well ... besides regaining the use of my arms - that's nice to have back. But I had that BEFORE I started - so it's not really progress.

Oh! and check this out! I put WEIGHTS on the bar! weights! I didn't have to lie and pretend I was 'warming up'. The weights are the size of life-savers, but it still counts damnit.

Starting to hate protein shakes - Not that they taste too bad, it's just all the fucking time. Kinda like KFC - you binge on it, then feel disgusted with yourself and then can't look at it for three months.

Day 19: IM A LITTLE BITCH, SHORT AND STOUT ...

Realized today that most of my work-out was just to get Sean's weight on the bar so HE could work out. Sadly Sean rode off into the sunset to help other skinny kids. The gym I'm at don't do day visits (you have to buy a minimum of three months) so Sean is sticking with his gym that he already has a membership for. I am dedicating my right tricep muscle to Sean for his efforts. You complete me.

I feel like Tom Cruise in Top Gun when he has to come to terms with Goose's death. If only I was cool and had a motorbike ... and a jetfighter.

By THE POWER OF CHUCK NORRIS

To help with the training, I'm dedicating 5 min of every day to thinking of Chuck Norris.

Day 38: FUCK YA

Ladies and gentlemen. There is a lump on both my arms now. And I'm pretty sure it's not cancer. Time to go kick sand in someone's face!

But in all honesty, I am noticing my arms are "thicker". Not Bulging anywhere, so not gaining any girth, but areas where you could touch bone is covered with muscle. Same thing for my chest - no extra girth, but no bony ribs jutting out either.

My girlfriend also mentioned she has noticed a difference - but all women lie. Except for mom.

Day 50: MEAT TITTIES

When I walk down stairs my little meat boobies jiggle. I'm excited as a young girl when she realizes it's time to tell mom she is ready for a training bra.

Day 61: IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOOOWWWWNNN

I've put on 6 lbs. Doesn't sound like much, but it's pretty cool for me. And 6lbs of muscle definately makes a difference in appearance. Have to admit, the change isn't dramatic in the before/after photos, but I think you can notice a difference.