I’ve been interested in physical fitness since I was in high school. I started off going to the gym once or twice a week with my friends, mostly goofing around, getting nothing done. I was not fit, but I went to a gym to socialize with my buddies, so I at least had a foundation set.
I then decided, early on in high school, that I wanted to be forced to exercise. My solution: join the track team.
My first year running track was an absolute joke. My coach even revealed to me later that he had been considering kicking me off the team all year, because it seemed all I ever did was goof off in practice and I never committed myself to work outs or meets. Looking back, I am embarrassed at the latter of my sins: my work ethic was disgraceful and insulting to everyone who was trying to help me.
I decided to take track a little more seriously by the end of the season, and saw immediate results from my renewed interest in performing the exercises prescribed to me. This gave me a taste of what I could accomplish with hard work, and it set the foundation for the next year, and the rest of my life.
The next season I decided to take my workouts very seriously, and I ended up winning the county title in my race at the end of the season. My teammates looked up to me, and I remain on a number of my high school’s all-time record lists. I also had, by high school standards, a nice body; nothing too exciting, though.
Post-high school, I was done with organized sports and strictly wanted to look better naked, which is where I am today.
To summarize: I wasted three years eating tons of junk food and not following a good work-out plan, under the impression that you just needed to “eat a ton and train hard.” I thought I was doing both, but I really only had part of the equation down. I ended up fat and without much extra muscle. The picture to the right is from 2004, and documented my “bulking” progress. In reality, I was just about fifteen pounds heavier in the second picture with no extra muscle to speak of.
I smartened up a little bit and ended up putting on about twenty pounds of muscle over my final two years of college, and even dieted down to enjoy my abs, but I still didn’t look quite right. I was more muscular than ever before, but I wasn’t proportional or — honestly — nice to look at. It was like I could only choose between super ripped or flabby but fuller-looking.
Aftering dicking around for another year or two, I discovered the Anabolic Diet. It intrigued me, and I read almost nothing negative about it from the few who swore by it. My body had never responded well to carbs anyway, and I figured I had nothing to lose, so I dug in.
Within weeks I was receiving compliments from strangers, being described as “the muscular guy,” and so on. I also felt physically amazing. It was great, and I had never experienced immediate and dramatic results like that in my life. I had been training for years, and for the first time in my life, I was seeing noticeable and good results.
Then I got lazy. I didn’t train very hard for a number of months. My excuse is that work fatigued me and got in the way, but all it is is a bullshit excuse. I still followed the Anabolic Diet fairly strictly, but without a good training program, my results stalled. I stopped getting the compliments, and really found the attention I was getting was slowly dwindling away.
And that leaves me where I am now. Yes, I’ll admit to being completely vain, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. I want to have a jaw-dropping body, and I want it now. I loved it when people noticed me and gave me positive attention because of my looks. The Anabolic Diet, along with strong training programs, will get me to where I want to be.
And, now, I’m putting it up for everyone to watch.
