Okay, so I’ve always been a huge John Cena fan, right? The guy’s a beast! And those arms? Forget about it. So, I got it in my head – I wanted to see if I could even remotely get close to that level of bicep-ness. I mean, probably not, but it’s fun to try, yeah?
First thing I did was, you know, hit up the internet. Just to find out how big are his biceps. Like, what am I even aiming for? Found some numbers, different everywhere. And after I did some digging and comparing I think I got some reliable numbers.
My Starting Point (aka “The Noodle Arms”)
Before I even touched a weight, I figured I should measure my own arms. Gotta have a baseline, right? Let’s just say… they were not impressive. I’m not gonna share the exact number, because, well, it’s embarrassing. Let’s just call them “skinny.” Yeah, “skinny” is a good word.
- Measurement: Pathetic (aka “Skinny”)
The “Get Swole” Plan
I’m no personal trainer, so my plan was pretty basic. I knew I needed to lift weights, and I knew I needed to eat more. So, I cobbled together a routine from some websites and videos:
- Bicep Curls: Lots of these. Different variations – dumbbell curls, barbell curls, hammer curls. You name it, I curled it.
- Tricep Extensions: Apparently, big arms aren’t just about biceps. Gotta work those triceps too.
- Other Arm Stuff: I threw in some other exercises, like pull-ups (or attempted pull-ups, anyway) and push-ups. Figured it couldn’t hurt.
- Eating Like a Horse: This was the hardest part for me. I’m naturally a pretty skinny guy, so forcing down extra food was a struggle. Protein shakes became my best friend (and worst enemy).
The Grind (aka “The Pain”)
I started hitting the gym a few times a week. At first, it was rough. Everything hurt. I could barely lift anything. I felt like a total weakling. But I kept at it, slowly increasing the weight and the reps. The eating part was just as bad. I felt constantly full and bloated. But, I told myself, “No pain, no gain,” right? Even if the “gain” was just a slightly less-skinny arm.
The Results (So Far…)
So, it’s been a couple of months now. Have I reached John Cena arm size? Nope, not even close. My arms are definitely bigger than they were, though. I can actually see some definition now, which is pretty cool.
- Measurement: still not telling, but less skinny. Let say “slightly less skinny.”
I measured again, and there’s a noticeable difference. Still not Cena-level, obviously, but it’s progress! I’m gonna keep going, though. Maybe one day I’ll get there. Or maybe I’ll just be happy with “slightly-less-skinny-but-still-not-huge” arms. Either way, it’s been a fun (and painful) experiment!
