“I want to get massive and obscenely huge!”
After a few years of hitting the weights very hard and ingesting every and any protein source I could get my hands on, this was my mind-set, my focus, and quite possibly my religion.
I would make abrupt stops to the closest convenience or grocery store for a quart of skim milk or in a pinch, egg beaters.
This was a true act of penance, egg beaters go down extremely hard.
In the early to mid-nineties, most of the available information on muscle-building came from magazines & books.
Unknowingly, we were at the mercy of just a couple sources and most of the better known and distributed magazines were a virtual advertisement of the parent company that also happened to sell supplements.
Some of the claims were a tad outrageous.
“Add 2 inches to your arms this week!”
“Put on 30#’s of muscle in 30 days!”
Like the ads sprinkled in to the comic books that I read as a kid (x-ray specs, Hercules wrist bands & “Crazy Dave’s” mail order T-shirts) I wanted to believe!
I’m not sure of the exact article, or publication I read, but I was quickly convinced that the difference between me and Mr. O was my calorie and protein count.—–I quickly tripled both.
I ate, took weight-gainer shakes, ate some more and lifted very heavy. I consumed tons of food on a daily basis.
I did gain weight very rapidly, but the mirror wasn’t paying any positive dividends to all of my concerted efforts.
Then the day came in which I happened upon a rare honest essay in which the author revealed that all things considered regarding my frame, height etc. as a natural bodybuilder, I was never going to be a 225# behemoth.
In fact, my “sweet spot” was probably roughly 70 pounds under that loft 225# vision.
This sent me into a semi-depressed state for weeks.
I had pushed my weight up to 198 #’s, was very strong, but looked bad and felt worse.
I had added probably 8-10 inches on my waist, which seemed to be my fastest growing body part.
I knew I was at a crossroads……….. (To Be Continued.)