ibleedoranbla
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Let's face it, I think most of us here at AR aren't ifbb pros nor are we gunning to be. Now I'm not speaking for everyone because I'm sure there are those around here that are serious competitors and are trying to go far in the sport of bodybuilding.
With that said, if you're not the latter, than why do you do this? For me it's rather simple; however, it wasn't always as simple. I've always been big, always been the big guy. In fact, that term is still said in regards to me every time I turn around. "Hey big guy" or thanks "big guy" I'd be lying if I said I haven't been annoyed by it a time or two. When I entered high school I was 300 pounds. I joined the football team my freshman year because I was tired of being picked on in middle school. I quickly became one of the guys and made all kinds of friends. This is where the foundation of lifting started for me, at 15 years old. When football was over my senior year, I was 350 pounds and miserable about it. I was tired of being the fat guy that didn't get picked on but instead laughed with everyone else about my fatness. I was tired of not getting any attention from girls. So, I started running with the wrestling team everyday after school. Then I started lifting with them. When I graduated from high school I had lost 50 pounds and was down to 300. I felt way better and my confidence was through the roof. I joined a local gym and I kept busting ass. Fast forward 3 years later and I was 210 pounds at around 10% bf. I was in the best shape that I could have ever possibly imagined. Then I hit 21, my gf off 4 years cheated on me, I stopped lifting, I dropped out of college, I started partying daily and fast forward 2 years later until I was 23 I was 350 pounds again. Boy it was bad. I then got the rare opportunity to move away for awhile and get away from all the negative influences in my life. For 3 years I dedicated my life to diet and training. It wasn't until 25 that I even tried supplements like creatine and bccaas. So, I got in shape again. I got down to 225 and about 12% bf. I looked good and felt great. I then moved back home and fell to bad influences again and started partying once again. I didn't let it go as long as in the past but it went long enough. Until one day my current workout partner, a complete noob to the gym approached me and said he wanted to get in shape and he wanted my help. I eagerly joined him and he picked it up very quickly and we became a great training team. After about 8 months working out with my new partner, I decided to try a prohormone. I decided it would be a good idea to bulk and bulk I did. I got up to 300# with the quickness, this time I actually looked decent at that weight, lol. But my dumb ass self thought it would be ok to drink one night. It was my first week in pct and it was the start of football season. I thought what will it hurt? Well, I'm an alcoholic and it hurt a lot. It opened up a desire in me to want to drink. I started drinking all the time again, stopped lifting, and of course didn't properly recover, which made it all worse. I gained a shit ton of weight, I mean I was already 300# from bulking. This went on from about September-December So, December 2014 my workout partner and I started back at it again. I have no plans whatsoever to get sidetracked this time. I'm going to finally finish what I started over 10 years ago. My reasons for being apart of this lifestyle in the past were all the wrong ones. This is ultimately what allowed me to give in to temptation so easily. Now my motivation is my son. I'm now the proud father of an 18 month old boy and I have come to the realization that I want my son to have a dad he can be proud of, a dad he respects and most of all a dad he looks up to and wants to aspire to be like. I know this is a very long winded rant but I just wanted to share my tribulations and triumphs. These forums help keep me focused, so I appreciate the your time for reading this.
Now, why do you do it?
With that said, if you're not the latter, than why do you do this? For me it's rather simple; however, it wasn't always as simple. I've always been big, always been the big guy. In fact, that term is still said in regards to me every time I turn around. "Hey big guy" or thanks "big guy" I'd be lying if I said I haven't been annoyed by it a time or two. When I entered high school I was 300 pounds. I joined the football team my freshman year because I was tired of being picked on in middle school. I quickly became one of the guys and made all kinds of friends. This is where the foundation of lifting started for me, at 15 years old. When football was over my senior year, I was 350 pounds and miserable about it. I was tired of being the fat guy that didn't get picked on but instead laughed with everyone else about my fatness. I was tired of not getting any attention from girls. So, I started running with the wrestling team everyday after school. Then I started lifting with them. When I graduated from high school I had lost 50 pounds and was down to 300. I felt way better and my confidence was through the roof. I joined a local gym and I kept busting ass. Fast forward 3 years later and I was 210 pounds at around 10% bf. I was in the best shape that I could have ever possibly imagined. Then I hit 21, my gf off 4 years cheated on me, I stopped lifting, I dropped out of college, I started partying daily and fast forward 2 years later until I was 23 I was 350 pounds again. Boy it was bad. I then got the rare opportunity to move away for awhile and get away from all the negative influences in my life. For 3 years I dedicated my life to diet and training. It wasn't until 25 that I even tried supplements like creatine and bccaas. So, I got in shape again. I got down to 225 and about 12% bf. I looked good and felt great. I then moved back home and fell to bad influences again and started partying once again. I didn't let it go as long as in the past but it went long enough. Until one day my current workout partner, a complete noob to the gym approached me and said he wanted to get in shape and he wanted my help. I eagerly joined him and he picked it up very quickly and we became a great training team. After about 8 months working out with my new partner, I decided to try a prohormone. I decided it would be a good idea to bulk and bulk I did. I got up to 300# with the quickness, this time I actually looked decent at that weight, lol. But my dumb ass self thought it would be ok to drink one night. It was my first week in pct and it was the start of football season. I thought what will it hurt? Well, I'm an alcoholic and it hurt a lot. It opened up a desire in me to want to drink. I started drinking all the time again, stopped lifting, and of course didn't properly recover, which made it all worse. I gained a shit ton of weight, I mean I was already 300# from bulking. This went on from about September-December So, December 2014 my workout partner and I started back at it again. I have no plans whatsoever to get sidetracked this time. I'm going to finally finish what I started over 10 years ago. My reasons for being apart of this lifestyle in the past were all the wrong ones. This is ultimately what allowed me to give in to temptation so easily. Now my motivation is my son. I'm now the proud father of an 18 month old boy and I have come to the realization that I want my son to have a dad he can be proud of, a dad he respects and most of all a dad he looks up to and wants to aspire to be like. I know this is a very long winded rant but I just wanted to share my tribulations and triumphs. These forums help keep me focused, so I appreciate the your time for reading this.
Now, why do you do it?