I love body building.... Lifting weights is my one true passion. When nothing else is there, the weights still are. It might sound pathetic, but its my one true center.
I moved out with my girl when I was 18, and shortly after that was when i became serious with my weight lifting. I got a job opportunity in the middle east after graduating the automotive program at my college, where i spent 12hours a day every day in a hot warehouse servicing military vehicles. After the bus delivered us back to the hotel they were putting us away in, everyone walked back to their rooms slowly, tiredly, with their heads hanging down. Beat. I got back to my room as quickly as i could, whipped up the NO XPlode i brought with me from home, threw on my shorts and a Tee and went to the weight room. The weight room was just outside the pool where most of the other contractors hungout, and was made completely of glass so everyone could see I was in there. It was just me alone in there every day, tearing it up. I knew nobody, I was young and in a foreign country. All I knew was how to work on vehicles, and the weights. I ended up getting the nickname 'muscles', and everyone always questioned where i came up with the energy to do it after working 12 hours a day every day. I guess I was just that committed that it didnt bother me. Hell, I had to do it, I wouldnt let myself get lazy. It was my after work treat, what i looked foward to the entire day.... I just wished that i could have eaten better while there. Breakfast lunch and dinner was IT, and we got what they fed us. Despite the poor diet, I still grew.
After a few months of doing that I returned home with a pocket full of money and a better physique. My girl (who was pregnant with our little girl) greeted me at the airport, I was so happy to see her. The first thing she did was comment on how great i looked. I was happy and I knew i couldnt let it go, I had to maintain it, and not only that, build on it. The bug had bitten me. Well, we got another place right up the street from the gym I started at, so i renewed my membership. They didnt charge me, because they knew I was doing something for our country. I continued to train like a beast and continued to grow. At that point, I started focusing on my diet. You see, I started out fat so my training alone carried my a long way, but I realized I had to start eating right, cutting the junk out and eating more (A LOT more) of the good stuff. It's crazy how that works... I so rarely eat fast food I cant even eat mcdonalds anymore without feeling like ABSOLUTE garbage, amazes me how i managed to stuff down several big macs a week just 4 years ago and still survive.
Time passed and I ran out of money. I was young (still am), and spent it foolishly. My hours got cut back where I worked and she lost her job and was unable to find another one. we began to feel the effects of the economy, and unfortunately had to move back home to our parents. My parents lived about an hour and a half away in a town where I knew nobody, so the transition sucked, and I had no connections for a job and no gym. To top it off, my car blewup, so it left me unemployed with no transportation. All I had were my dumbbells and my bench on the back porch. I did what i could with it every day, but it wasnt enough and i was pretty down about it. At this point my training was too advanced for that, I needed a gym to operate. My mom knew how much i loved lifting and ended up surprising me with a membership at a gym called the athletic club (where im still training at) a few miles up the road. I rode my bike 5 miles there and 5 miles back every day to train (hey - its cardio right?). I ended up getting a job at a local restaurant cooking so I took over the gym payments, but I was happy she did that for me. You can imagine how much time i was spending in the gym in a town with no friends and NOTHING to do. It was literally my second home! I probably would have went insane if i never picked up body building.
Anyways, thats my story... Like I said, no matter where i'm at in life, be it high or low, the weights are still there. And to answer your question, i dont feel like i NEED aas at all. I could make gains for the rest of my life without it through training and eating like a beast, but i'm a competitive person by nature. I strive to be the best i can be at what im good at, and this is no different. I feel like im at a point now where i can consider my options.. Hope i've answered you thoroughly enough
.gif "IP Gear")
