Feeling amazing.
I never competed in bodybuilding. I was really successful in powerlifting and after, modeling and recreational bodybuilding. Nonetheless for this discussion it's the same.
The nagging injuries and tendonitis got old. The high blood pressure (and probably other issues) got old. The constant food. Scaring away decent women to the point that only really damaged girls were into it..Overanalyzing things in such a vain and one-dimensional pursuit got really old. The temporary gains also really bothered me (only applies past a certain point, you know what I mean).
I learned to stay in shape but focus more on health. By training smart, eating clean, and doing more cardio (and other hobbies) I still haven't lost everything and I am in a much better place mentally. I think.
Ive seen and done so many amazing things that I probably wouldn't have otherwise.. I'm not obsessed with how I look. Not only do I rarely look in a mirror, but when I do, even though I'm 40 lbs lighter, I see everything positive and don't see anything that I wish was different. I don't want to be the biggest or strongest guy around. MMA and firearms changed my perspective on all that.
Now maybe I've just become more conservative and mature as I've gotten older. And maybe the pandemic has me missing how things used to be.
But I miss the mental feeling of being completely elated and feeling like a god on earth... Of all the positive things I've done lately, that mental and physical feeling seems like a lifetime ago and I want it back.
I intend to get back into TRT and sometimes just slightly above that. Back into heavier weights after these many months of at-home bodyweight and kettlebell movements. I don't want to be where I once was. Maybe a more balanced form. Maybe even much closer to that than I am now. Not sure.
Maybe I'm just waxing nostalgic, but with the pandemic and chaos in this country, I'm wondering if perhaps I've fallen into the trap of trying to eek out as many years as possible, with only a completely moderate enjoyment. That wasn't my goal. Shit, all my injuries still hurt the same. I'm not as excited as I used to be.
Questions for all, let me know what you think:
Maybe it is really better to live as a lion for a day than a sheep for eternity?
TL/DR.. If one really wants to live every day as if it's their last (and has no dependents) I may be doing it wrong.
I never competed in bodybuilding. I was really successful in powerlifting and after, modeling and recreational bodybuilding. Nonetheless for this discussion it's the same.
The nagging injuries and tendonitis got old. The high blood pressure (and probably other issues) got old. The constant food. Scaring away decent women to the point that only really damaged girls were into it..Overanalyzing things in such a vain and one-dimensional pursuit got really old. The temporary gains also really bothered me (only applies past a certain point, you know what I mean).
I learned to stay in shape but focus more on health. By training smart, eating clean, and doing more cardio (and other hobbies) I still haven't lost everything and I am in a much better place mentally. I think.
Ive seen and done so many amazing things that I probably wouldn't have otherwise.. I'm not obsessed with how I look. Not only do I rarely look in a mirror, but when I do, even though I'm 40 lbs lighter, I see everything positive and don't see anything that I wish was different. I don't want to be the biggest or strongest guy around. MMA and firearms changed my perspective on all that.
Now maybe I've just become more conservative and mature as I've gotten older. And maybe the pandemic has me missing how things used to be.
But I miss the mental feeling of being completely elated and feeling like a god on earth... Of all the positive things I've done lately, that mental and physical feeling seems like a lifetime ago and I want it back.
I intend to get back into TRT and sometimes just slightly above that. Back into heavier weights after these many months of at-home bodyweight and kettlebell movements. I don't want to be where I once was. Maybe a more balanced form. Maybe even much closer to that than I am now. Not sure.
Maybe I'm just waxing nostalgic, but with the pandemic and chaos in this country, I'm wondering if perhaps I've fallen into the trap of trying to eek out as many years as possible, with only a completely moderate enjoyment. That wasn't my goal. Shit, all my injuries still hurt the same. I'm not as excited as I used to be.
Questions for all, let me know what you think:
Maybe it is really better to live as a lion for a day than a sheep for eternity?
TL/DR.. If one really wants to live every day as if it's their last (and has no dependents) I may be doing it wrong.