I have absolutely ZERO regrets.
And I have MANY reasons why this lifestyle really fucked with my life at certain points. I've had two instances of going to jail for selling AAS, racked up some debt in college obsessively chasing the lifestyle, I've strained relationships, I gave myself SEVERE sleep apnea from adding over a 100 lbs to my frame over a period of about 8 years, and prior to knowing I had sleep apnea (and just thinking the GH and gear were making me extremely tired)and due to just the right life circumstances of me being stressed, depressed, anxious and extremely tired ALL the time, all led me to trying meth and my life going straight to hell for a period of about 3 years. But that journey (about 6 years now total) has taught me INFINTIELY more about myself than I had ever known prior. And the people that really matter are all still around, sharing a far more close relationship than ever. The first thing I started doing to get myself out of the hell I had created was getting my ass back in the gym. Bodybuilding is is in my fucking blood. It's the one thing in my life that if I stop doing, my mental health goes to shit. And I dont mean the drugs and the extremes (but of course the drugs make it wayyy more fun). I just mean the monotonous diet and the weights. I have to get my rice/meat/veggies meals in and I have to beat the shit out of myself at the gym. The feeling of walking out of the gym after absolutely annihilating myself, DC style, (most specifically the mental game of pushing yourself as close to genuine, true fucking failure as you are possibly can) is the drug I seek these days. Without it, everything starts to fall a part. Its a blessing and a curse. But I wouldnt have it any other way.