Renaissance Periodization: My Results and Review

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Just after Thanksgiving, I started a 12-week cut on the Renaissance Periodization diet.  I previously wrote about it here, and some RP “hacks” for vegetarians are here.  In this post, I will mainly let my results speak for themselves, but I will also answer a few questions about RP.  If you have specific questions, let me know — I am happy to share about my experience!

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Results Are In! My 28-Day Challenge with Composition ID

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Twenty-eight days ago, I did my first DEXA scan with Composition ID, a body fat composition testing company here in DC.  Since then, I’ve made a few tweaks with the aim of reducing my body fat percentage and lowering my total weight, outcomes that I am hopeful will improve my marathon times.  Today, I went in for my second scan…  Just like the first time, it was super easy and painless, and Tiffany even provided all my results in a nice email attachment.  But anyway, the results… drum-roll please…

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Body Fat Measurement with Composition ID

Weight.  We all know that weight is just a number… that in addition to not telling us anything about a person’s worth or talents or soul or beauty or likelihood of landing on the cover of Sports Illustrated, it also doesn’t tell us all that much about their health.

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But I’ve been writing for a while about thinking about trying (notice how this sentence is worded…) to lose a little weight because doing so is likely to help me race faster — less  weight to haul around, less energy needed.  Of course I don’t want to lose my muscle in the process; I’d want the weight to come from fat.  I’ve posed some ideas about how to execute this “plan,” but it’s all been sort of esoteric, with no concrete goals and, more importantly, no data.  Until now!  (I know this is exactly how I intro’d my last post; this is my new set-up for all my blogs. JK.)

This morning, I had my first DEXA body scan at Composition ID!

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