It makes me feel good to talk about this.
Everytime I remind myself that at 18 I became a bodybuilder and say at 215lbs on a 6 foot 1 frame.
Timeline:
16 years of age: extremely over weight and hovering around 350lbs.
17 to 18 years of age: I dropped over 100lbs in 6 months time due to my constant enjoyment of sports and weight training. At 18 I became 215lbs down from over 350lbs.
18 to 19 years of age: I became involved in martial arts, mountain biking and other seemingly ego boosting endevours such as doorman work and street fighting.
20 years of age: My weight was up to a lean 260lbs benching 405 for 12 reps. 80lbs standing bicep curls for 8 . 315lbs behind the neck military (8 reps) press and a 615lbs free squat (10 reps).
21 years of age: hovering between 275lbs and 290lbs at a constant 10% bodyfat and an utter freak show in the gym. Both with the weights and within the community. Bodybuilding or otherwise. Competed in a strongman competition that took place in London, Ontario, Canada. Took 3rd but was the youngest competitor by 8 years. 20 participents.
23 years of age: dropped my weight to 245lbs and was lookin mean and more purportional. Strength was up but the stress on my body was starting to take it’s toll. Shoulder injuries followed but never operated on. Torn Pectorial muscle with needed rehab. Still lookin good. Had awesome abilities and actually more atheletic.
24 years of age: major blow within my life. Yet another family member passing. The last of my family actually. Ended up following my wife (ex wife as of now) to Taiwan. Started out my stay in Taiwan as a semi-bodybuilder and compared to most if not all, I was far beyond average. Both foreigner and local alike.
27 years of age: Alcohol has gotten to me. Smoking cigarettes! I’m hovering around 340lbs and deserve a diaper because that’s how appear in the mirror.
Truth is; I would have never have seen myself hit this point of decline. My health is suffering now and I’m comming to the realisation that I’m not a kid anymore. Bouncing back is a harder option than it was before. Overcomming injuries is tough.
I still have that inner gusto when I think about this but I fear as if it’s all futile. Why? Well, simply put I’m not fighting anyone but myself and I don’t see a need to get up and become a killer again. I feel relaxed about it. Possibly too relaxed.
Lookin for that motivation I once had. It would be nice. Something to fight for. To win.
Achievements:
100lbs Bicep curls for 8 reps.
365lbs behind the neck military press for 8 to 10 reps.
565lbs flat bench press
Dips could be done with a 100lbs weight strapped around my neck for 8 reps.
Tricep laying extension (French curls/Skull crushers) 285 lbs for 8 reps.
Hack Squat was around 1200lbs (no room left to put weights onto the rack) for 8 reps.
Leg Press: Room used up and I had a buddy of mine sit on the rack itself.
Lats couldn’t be tested. There wasn’t a machine that had enough weight. I literally had wings.
Standing Rows with Olympic bar was 405lbs for 8 reps.
If it wasn’t worth doing for 8 reps. I wouldn’t do it.
My buddy Ryan and I would laugh at people doing the “ego” sets of 1 to 4 reps. Bodybuilding was my life. I enjoyed the power and comfort of being that large. It was something many people couldn’t grasp. As many people that would make disrespectful comments upon passing me or even to my face, I would giggle. They didn’t know what sort of work went into that. It consumes you and also makes you a perfectionist in other interests such as: school or your job. Plus nightclubs were fun because every woman that says it’s disgusting 5 others would be saying : Oh My God panties melt off
Ha, I’m getting a kick out of reading my own post. The thoughts are the same but the action is not.
Time to hit the fridge. Nothing I can do right now. 