I thought I would start this thread as extra motivation for myself.
I'm starting this blast at a lean 200lbs at 5'5". On my last blast I was shooting for 210-215 and I didnt make it. I finished at around 206 due to reasons beyond my control. But that's history.
I've got my new workout put together and I'm trying again. I've learned over the last 8 months or so that I dont gain all that easily. My body DOES NOT want to be over 200lbs. It just doesnt.
With Dante's help I have dragged myself up from a soft 180lbs to a relatively hard 200lbs. And I mean dragged, scratching and clawing my way up in weight. My body fighting it every step of the way.
Too bad it doesnt have a choice.
To some people I am what would be considered "big". I am the resident freak at my office. Jokes all day long. Then I come onto this board and Im surrounded by In-Human, Baby, Raul and DC himself and I feel like a Q-tip. But damn is it motivating trying to keep up with the big boys.
Because I want to be a freak. Not "in shape", not "pretty big", not "that guy has decent sized arms". A freak. Grotesque. The kind of look that makes women either recoil or drool. Lust or disgust, there is no middle ground. I've always wanted that but it has eluded me due to poor workout techniques and diet. It's close now. I can feel it.
I'm going to check back in two weeks with an update. I hope to make a big jump by that time. Then after that DC only lets me weigh myself once a month or he gets irritated. And lets face it, I dont want to make him....angry.
It's a push to 220 or beyond. Burn the bridges, there's no retreat. It's on.:grumpy:
I'm starting this blast at a lean 200lbs at 5'5". On my last blast I was shooting for 210-215 and I didnt make it. I finished at around 206 due to reasons beyond my control. But that's history.
I've got my new workout put together and I'm trying again. I've learned over the last 8 months or so that I dont gain all that easily. My body DOES NOT want to be over 200lbs. It just doesnt.
With Dante's help I have dragged myself up from a soft 180lbs to a relatively hard 200lbs. And I mean dragged, scratching and clawing my way up in weight. My body fighting it every step of the way.
Too bad it doesnt have a choice.
To some people I am what would be considered "big". I am the resident freak at my office. Jokes all day long. Then I come onto this board and Im surrounded by In-Human, Baby, Raul and DC himself and I feel like a Q-tip. But damn is it motivating trying to keep up with the big boys.
Because I want to be a freak. Not "in shape", not "pretty big", not "that guy has decent sized arms". A freak. Grotesque. The kind of look that makes women either recoil or drool. Lust or disgust, there is no middle ground. I've always wanted that but it has eluded me due to poor workout techniques and diet. It's close now. I can feel it.
I'm going to check back in two weeks with an update. I hope to make a big jump by that time. Then after that DC only lets me weigh myself once a month or he gets irritated. And lets face it, I dont want to make him....angry.
It's a push to 220 or beyond. Burn the bridges, there's no retreat. It's on.:grumpy:
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