At my age, my height (5'5") and my lousy genetics I didnt think I could even hit 200lbs without being super fat ass. Crazy man tells me he wants me at 230 and lean. I just about fell out of my chair. Here I am, 33 years old at the time, 180 and flabby and he wants me at 230 leaner than I am now. Honestly, I was game and I believed in the program but I just didnt see it happening.
Then something happens. When you train like this and have DC in your corner, something happens. You read the forums, you read other people's stories. You get nuts, something snaps inside you and you just say "Fuck genetics, fuck my age, fuck everything...Im just gonna get big!"
I do crazy shit. I carry a cooler with me to work every day. Every single day. Read that again please. Every single day. I take my briefcase and my cooler, never leave the house without them. In the cooler is my food. Two protein shakes, tuna or chicken, sometimes eggs, whatever. But I always have it.
I wake up every night and drink a shake. Every single night. I take my oils and other supplements. Even when the thought of it makes me want to throw up. CEE is about the nastiest tasting shit I've ever had. The bulk amino powders are no walk in the park either. But I get them down
In the gym I'm a maniac. He has turned me into a lunatic. I have to beat the logbook. I always beat the logbook. If I dont beat the logbook and I get nuts. I hate having to change exercises. I broke my first machine recently. People watch me train.
......
Is it worth it?
Is it?
My new girl told me my arms are bigger than her ex- boyfriends legs.
Is it worth it?
Hell yeah.