All of us have thought that if we just had this or that we would be happy. I took money out of savings to buy a ZO6 Corvette; after about a month, I wondered what the hell I was doing putting so much money in a car.
At one time I thought if I could just have a beautiful woman to fuck, that I would be happy. I lived with a flight attendant for 5 years. She was gorgeous, and the sex was out of this world (still have not met its equal), but after a while I got tired of the incompatibility issues. No matter how beautiful a woman is, there is always someone who is tired of fucking her.
Getting big (up to a point) improves your quality of life; at age 25 I weighed 150lbs and had 12 1/2" arms. At age 28 I weighed 183 and had 17" arms. I got more attention from women, I felt more self-confident, and I was more outgoing and social - I bettered my quality of life.
But, past a certain point, the law of diminishing returns takes over. So looking muscular and fit does improve your life up until you get the "I can never get big enough to suit myself," syndrome. If you are vulnerable to that obsession, the chances are that you are never going to be happy with yourself.
Except for some bodybuilders, most people think the really big guys are freaks, like someone who had 20 piercings in their face.
I agree with Niiick, nowadays. But it wasn't always that way.
I've had the experience of being the biggest guy in the room at 273 and it wasn't all that. I was into PL and Oly forever so strength was the focus, I was big, strong, and relatively fat. Being that guy at 22 has a certain currency in the Pub. Being a behemoth in a Marketing meeting at a software company gets a different reaction. Not good.
People looked at me like Terry Tate: Office Linebacker
YouTube - Terry Tate Office Linebacker
My findings were as follows: 1.My knees, back and shoulders hurt. 2.Women don't care how strong you are. 3: Body image was only good when lifting heavy shit, so, 1 hour a day.
I'm smaller now, and I'm happy with how I look most of the year and even happier when I'm ripped I only want to be bigger if I can still look good. (plus or minus during a bulk). I train because I love it, and for the attention women. But it's just PART of what I want to be nowadays.
Unfortunately, shitty genetics means that I have to pay constant attention to diet and recovery and use light AAS to stay this way at 37y/o.
Now, if I could be 260 and shredded at 6'2", sure, I'd love it. But gaining a few lbs of muscle a year, getting stronger and not killing myself to do it are good for me. I'm in it or the long haul
getting big is a side affect of my choice to go to the gym and lift.
the fact that lifting weights is the only thing i can rely on. the only thing i trust. i know they will be there for me, day and night.
no matter how good they are... friends and family arent always there. they fall back on promises. they miss things. they forget stuff.
the weights, they dont bullshit. they fight you. they always make sure you know they are right there. with you. the pain. the soreness. the tiredness. its a promise that isnt broken.
i need something stable in my life. my life has been nothing but chaos since i was born. drugs. violence. moving every few months. nothing stable. nothing set. nothing i can trust to be there for me throughout everything.
until i found the gym.
that keeps me motivated.
i may never be huge. i may never be 4% bf. i may never squat 1000lbs. but thats not why i do it.
i do it for me.
I became more serious and addicted with my trainning following a divorce.
The gym was my outlet... and i was there constantly.
with that new freinds developed and a new direction.. shorlty there after i did my first bodybuilding show... The addiction grew even more..
I was the fat kid growing up in between two very athletic brothers.. Forced to play every sport and sucked at them all. The weights and genetics aloud me to see my sport.
Everyone has an addiction; coffee, cigarettes, alcohol, etc... some are more dangerous then others. Im happy with my addiction and desire to grow. I think of all those people who live a sedative lifestyle, with no happiness. There are so many out there. When i see them and their lifestyle, i feel pretty damn good that i am disciplined to get up at 4 am train till 6- go to work- spend time with family etc....and look the way i do at 42 yo.
To each their own i guess
this question gets debated to no end from time to time...for me after 30 years of doing this crap i realized hey maybe i just like it? its really that simple...people in the end gravitate toward their personal preferences there dsoes not have to be an underlying psychological issue behind every damn thing.
getting big is a side affect of my choice to go to the gym and lift.
the fact that lifting weights is the only thing i can rely on. the only thing i trust. i know they will be there for me, day and night.
no matter how good they are... friends and family arent always there. they fall back on promises. they miss things. they forget stuff.
the weights, they dont bullshit. they fight you. they always make sure you know they are right there. with you. the pain. the soreness. the tiredness. its a promise that isnt broken.
i need something stable in my life. my life has been nothing but chaos since i was born. drugs. violence. moving every few months. nothing stable. nothing set. nothing i can trust to be there for me throughout everything.
until i found the gym.
that keeps me motivated.
i may never be huge. i may never be 4% bf. i may never squat 1000lbs. but thats not why i do it.
i do it for me.
No, no... just throwing that out there as ONE example of why some of us do what we do... not a "blanket statement"
Medical degree? No, I'm a lowly ICU nurse
BDD... Body Dysmorphic Disorder
Oh- and EVERY TIME I see your handle I keep thinking it says, "NSCA"... memories from when I was a member with them.
I recently gave up a good career for nursing school. I am doing an accelerated BSN/MSN program, that shit aint easy. Our diet therapy prof had those that were obese, according to BMI stand, and it was aggravating, then we had to analyze our diets, and 4,000 kcal's with 400 grams of protein didnt sit well. We wont even get started on my defense of steroids in pathophysiology.