WOW.
Thats
very interesting, Dude.
Thanks for posting.
I had no idea the OTC stuff could have such an impact.
Back in the day when I was, uhhhh, amped with delusions of getting a pro card, was before all the OTC stuff...
noone cared about all the
real stuff......so there was no market for OTC stuff.
Like Venty said about his bout with his-rise-to-fame in the video-game genre, where he was nationally ranked,
I was on a mission from God to get bigger. Leaner. Stronger.
Looking back on those ten-or-so years, can't really say why...
BUT....
why does Noy wanna conquer the next
double-black, uninhabited bowl?
Why does Mil wanna take that next curve
a little lower and a little faster?
That was my mission.
To get bigger.
No regrets. I look back on those times and wish I could replicate the discipline. I ate and worked out professional-bodybuilder style.
FOR TEN YEARS.
No junk food. Hell, mosta my meals consisted of a cuppla fat-free turkey packets and a half-gallon of skim milk. No alcohol (with rare ice cream/ beer exception). Socially I was the most boring dude on the planet.
If it was gonna adversely affect my workout/physique, I didnt do it.
Every meal. Every day. Ten years.
Post-call as a resident after a bad night? No prob. Goin' to the gym. Gotta get the workout in. Stop by the grocery store on the west bank on the way home for some turkey. And some skim milk.
Topped out at just under 245, with experiences like you, TNC.....bodyfat less than 8%.....repping bench with 405....squatting 500 to the floor for reps....incline bench with 315...
Never gravitated to the whole competitive bodybuilding scene. Was happy to battle
myself with great workouts and avoiding parenteral temptation.
THEN ONE DAY I WAS AT WORK CIRCA 2001 and had to run up to the ICU to intubate someone.
I took the
one flight of stairs to the ICU....and I was
out of breath.
That was my epiphany.
I had a meeting with
myself after that flight of stairs.
Kinda went like
"UHHHHHH, DUDE, WTF??? YEAH, YOU'RE PRETTY RIPPED AT 245, BUT WHO CARES? YA CANT EVEN SPORT A FLIGHTTA STAIRS!!!"
That was the end for me of my "healthy" lifestyle.
Stopped the....uhhhhh......amps.
Started cardio.
I'm a happier, healthier,
albeit smaller Jet today. Gotta four pack (yeah, Noy, I know, you've got six) at around 214 lbs. I enjoy life now. I periodically eat the fantastic food here in New Orleans. I'm a pretty good critique of California cabernets. I love
PATRON margaritas!
I love my kids. I love my job. I love my S.O.
The gym is
way down on the list now.
Important? Yep.
Consuming? Nope.
but man what a rush it was to put five plates on each side (plus a 2.5) and SQUAT TO THE FLOOR for a setta eight.....those were the days, ladies and gentlemen....those were the days.....
Current Day, I'm happy in the gym with my respectable work.
Hell, I can jog 3 miles without stopping. For guys like Noy, that aint s hit. For a musclehead like me, thats an accomplishment.
Naturally.