How I Gained 8+ Kgs (And Still Don't Know Everything)
The real story of going from 57kg to 67kg - no BS, no perfect routine, just what actually worked for someone who was tired of being skinny.
The Part Where I Was Just Tired of It
I was 57kg. Skinny. The kind of skinny where you avoid social gatherings because you know someone's going to comment on it. "Ne onnum kazhikkunnille?" (Aren't u eating anything?) - heard that way too many times.
I'd worked out before. But honestly? I had no idea what I was doing. Just showing up, doing whatever, not really committed. Zero knowledge. Zero results.
This time had to be different.
What I Thought I Knew (Spoiler: I Didn't)
Started with what everyone at the gym was doing - bro split. Monday chest, Tuesday back, you know the drill. One body part a week felt like it made sense at the time.
Diet? What diet? I was just... eating. No tracking, no plan, nothing. Just hoping food would magically turn into muscle.
And here's the dumb part - I was overtraining. Thought more = better. It doesn't.
The Break (Yeah, I Quit)
Over a year. That's how long I was off.
Some external stuff happened - and look, I could make excuses, but the truth is I just stopped. Lost whatever little progress I had. Back to square one, maybe even worse.
Being skinny when you want to bulk is one thing. Knowing you need to bulk and doing nothing about it? That hits different.
December - The Restart
Finally got back to it. And this time something clicked.
Changed to PPL - Push, Pull, Legs. Hitting each muscle group twice a week instead of once. I don't know if this is scientifically the best or whatever, but it just made more sense to me. Why wait a whole week to train something again?
Maybe bro split works for some people. For me? Felt useless.
The Routine (The Actual One, Not the Instagram Version)
5:40 AM - Alarm goes off. Do I want to get up? Never.
6:10 AM - At the gym. This is the part that matters most.
7:50 AM - Back home. Breakfast and meal prep. This became non-negotiable.
9:15 AM - Office
11:00 AM - Snack
1:00 PM - Lunch
4:00 PM - Snack
7:30 PM - Protein shake
8:50 PM - Light food before bed
Do I follow this perfectly every single day? No. When I go back to my hometown, diet mostly goes out the window. But I try. And when I'm here, I stick to it.
"Almost tracking" is what I call it. I'm not weighing every grain of rice, but I'm aware. I'm eating enough. That's the difference.
When It Started Working
Three months in after the restart, I finally started gaining weight. Slowly. Like, painfully slowly at first.
But people noticed.
"Gym pokunnundalle?" (You're going to gym, right?) - started hearing this more and more. That's when you know it's real.
57kg to 67kg. 10 kilograms. Took about 6 months of actually being consistent.
The Stuff I Still Mess Up
Let's be real - my routine isn't perfect. There are flaws. I know there are things I could optimize.
I still don't know everything about nutrition. I'm not counting macros down to the gram. I'm probably doing some exercises wrong. My form could be better.
But you know what? It's working.
I mostly don't skip days. That's my biggest win. Not the perfect split, not the perfect diet - just showing up.
What I'd Tell Someone Starting Out
Don't wait until you know everything. You'll never know everything.
I started with a bro split because that's what I saw people doing. Was it optimal? Probably not. But it got me in the gym.
I switched to PPL because it made more sense to me. Is it the best? I don't know. But it's working.
Your diet doesn't need to be perfect. But it needs to be better than what you're doing now. For me, that meant actually eating enough and being aware of what I'm putting in my body.
The 5:40 AM alarm sucks. Every single day. But that 6:10 AM workout? That's what changed everything.
Where I Am Now
67kg. Still learning. Still figuring things out.
Still skinny by some standards, but not that skinny anymore. People notice. I notice.
The uncomfortable feeling at social gatherings? Still there sometimes. But less. Way less.
This isn't a transformation story where everything's perfect now. It's just... better. And that's enough to keep going.
What's Next
Keep showing up. Keep learning. Keep eating.
Maybe I'll figure out the "perfect" routine someday. Maybe I won't.
But 10kg in 6 months tells me I'm doing something right, even if I can't explain exactly what in scientific terms.
This is my journey. Flawed, messy, but real.
And if you're reading this thinking "I'm too skinny" or "I don't know enough to start" - trust me, I get it.
Just start. Figure it out as you go. That's what I did.
Welcome to the process.