What got you into lifting?

He knew, user. He knew.
>smile and remember that with every failed set and every PR alike he will be in the temple looking down on you with pride.
>"that's my son" he'll say

sleep and anxiety problems in college

lifting makes me sleep like a baby and keeps my mood at a buttery smooth 60fps

>literally exploding and fucking everything around it

>Be nurse
>Working in hospital as usual.
>Get a call about a morbidly obese patient in room 10
>Several nurses plus I start running towards the room
>Suddenly, high pitched noise
>Realize its the patient screeching
>"nononoNONONOOOO-"
>Doctor comes busting out the door, massive bloated fleshy wall is behind him.
>I slow down and stop, the group slows down but calmly moves forward, wondering what the fuck is going on
>Fleshy wall begins to shake.
>Gurgling
>More screeching
>Doc is doing the Indian Shimmy, screaming at us to get the hell out.
>Then IT happens.
>Fleshy wall shakes violently, like something is about to burst out of it.
>I turn around and begin to hightail, others do the same.
>Loud flapping sound fills the air, same time the shrieking cuts off.
>Sudden screaming, turn around and witness Doc Brown get melted into a puddle of goo, as if someone had thrown him into the "Will it Blend" blender with a Marine Drill SGT's mouth as the blades.
>Seriously, shit was nasty.
>Meanwhile, the Great Wall of Diabetes has started to crumple and wrinkle, without a sound.
>I manage to make it around the corner, continue gunning it down the aisle pushing my way past confused doctors and the occasional patient.
>Hit the stairwell, realized it's locked, and scream at the janitor nearby to open it.
>He gives me a funny look
>I point down the hallway
>People screams are cut off as their skin melts, dripping off like wax on a hot candle.
>One of the bigger nurses peels away from the unseen terror, first his skin, then his muscles, eventually going down to the bone.
>He collapses with a final "gurk" as a testament to the hellish nightmare I'm experiencing.
>The janitor rushes over and begins to fiddle with the lock, people running from the rotting, melted piles that were once humans.
>Finally cracking the lock open, everyone busts out into the stairwell from the sheer pressure we put on the door.
>cont'd

I've struggled with ptsd/bipolar disorder since I was a small child.
Been heavily medicated most of my life. I've even been through every body type you could imagine due to my medication. I've been a land whale & I've been so skinny people couldn't recognize me.
I've had it pretty rough. No one ever thought I would even graduate high school. Lifting gives me structure. It makes me feel as if I'm finally in control of something in my life.

>be me now age 23
>cut as hell
>corporate manager
>moving in with oneitis in the spring

Couldn't have made it this far without the discipline

>several people fall off the rails and down into the bottom below.
>Lucky them, if we had only known the effect this would have later on.
>We all rush downstairs to the ground floor, out of breath, and out of sight.
>Finally getting outside, the top windows of the hospital are blown out, and there's a shimmering effect coming out of each window.
>Notice the shimmering is getting closer, like it's...
>Oh shit, it's dropping down here.
>Continue to run, think this counts as my cardio today.
>Shit's falling faster, and there seems to be MORE coming out the top floor where that patient was located.
>Seriously, the fuck did they feed that guy?
>Turn around when I think I've managed to outrun most of it.
>Paint is stripping off cars, brick and mortar collapsing, I realize that it's only getting worse.
>The gas that hit the doc was just the beginning, this is the dregs that was backed up in the patients system.
>More melted puddles, more screams of agony as one man continues to run, holding a stump where his arm used to be.
>Shit's falling apart everywhere, this can't be happening.
>I turn around and run, headed for my apartment.

>Weeks later
>Inner City is cut off.
>No way out.
>No way in.
>The effects of the gas have calmed down, much more tamer than before.
>But it's still fatal to breath it in.
>Strange biological anomalies have begun to appear within the zone.
>I'm one of the few making a living off grabbing these anomalies and selling them to the outside...
>But it's not all fun and games, as much as there's fortune, there's equal danger-bandits roam the streets, cult-like chemical crews try to "cleanse" everything.
>And the core, where it all started. It still breaths.
>All of this, only in...

>S.T.A.L.K.E.R: Call of Poopyat

Post pics senpai I bet you're jacked

lmao

>have always been kinda athletic and lean as long as I can remember
>decent at any sport I try, tall, fast
>stopped playing sports in highschool but I watched what I ate and didn't put on any weight
>spent most of my free time playing league/gw2/battlefield with my friends
>barely finished high school due to lack of motivation
>took a year off before starting college to work a bit and relax
>usually worked 3 days a week and did nothing but game and watch animu the other 4 days
>finally started college but decided to switch studies after 3 months
>tfw another 9 months of doing nothing
>another 9 months of sleeping in, slacking and gaming
>fast forward to about 3 months back
>17 yr old brother (I'm 20) starts going to the gym
>insane noob gains commence
>he was already in good shape from playing football for a few years, but lacking mass, which he was now rapidly putting on
>2 years of gaming and doing jack shit left me pretty weak but our physiques look alike and I wasn't too far behind still
>he was definitely going to leave me in the dust though with his tempo
>sibling rivalry kicks in and I decide it's unacceptable to be weaker than my little brother
>sign up for the same gym immediately and start going 4 times a week
>little bro is happy he has someone to lift with
>parents are happy I'm actually doing something with my life
>I'm happy to see going to the gym made me more disciplined in other aspects of my life
>tfw bonding with my little brother more than we ever did
>tfw getting swole with not just your bro, but your actual brother
Feels good lads

...

Being very fat almost ended my relationship
Things are great now

>Be me, 6 years ago
>I took took 3 years of solitude to better myself
>Did nothing but learn and study, sharpened my mind until I was smarter than everyone around me
>Be me now, 19 years old
>Deciding that now that I've pushed my mind so far, I want to sculpt a kickass body as well
>Cut off contact with everyone but a small handful of people
>Only focusing on school, the gym, and my job
>1 month in and I'm seeing great results, i don't look like shit without a shirt on anymore
>MFW if I keep this up I'll be the man I actually want to be

>slightly overweight throughout elementary/middle school
>decide to play football in highschool
>start lifting weights over the summer, come back looking better and ready to play
>lift and play all through highschool
>slay a decent amount of pussy while im there
>leave highschool, stop lifting a year or two later
>become lazy, content and don't care about my body or health
>several years ago at a coworkers house
>"user what do you weigh, like 300lbs right?"
>maybe 245-250 at max, felt utterly embarrassed and ashamed
>start doing cardio and lifting, cut out soda, coffee and most fast food
>get in better shape, feel better about myself, lost weight start slaying again

never going back, never quitting again

>Be a relatively athletic kid until 7th grade
>Start playing shitty mmorpgs and become fat with a friend
>By 8th-9th grade I'm fat, weak, and have 0 confidence.
>Every girl rejects me. Kids pick on me. I don't do shit because I know they could fuck me up.
>End of 9th grade year, I get frustrated because I want to be skinny. I thought girls liked skinny guys.
>Mapped out a 3 mile path and started doing slow jogs around my neighborhood 5 days a week.
>By the end of summer I was skinny as fuck
>One year later (junior year), I realize that being skinny is for pussies, start to experiment lifting.
>Don't actually start making gains until beginning of senior year.
>I'm now a college freshman. I'm making rather noobish gains, though I'm constantly sore. How do I do better?

>Be me as a 16 year old skelly
>Worked as a stocker in a asian grocery store
>Carried 40 lb boxes and 50-100 lbs rice
>Non-stop carrying for 7 hours straight
>Didn't bother me that much, but it was exhausting

>Manager comes in
>He's a mid forties, obese guy
>Starts talking shit that "This is a easy job, honestly we don't need you."
>Notice that he was wearing Rosche's when it was popular
>Doesn't match him at all
>Boasts about it to girl coworkers
>Why the fuck is this 40 year old guy wearing teen shoes?
>Am I going to be like that when I grow up?
>Feared for my future
>Start working out in the school gym after school on days off work

>4 months later
>Had to get a new shirt size for work
>Most of the lifting is to easy now
>Finish Work usually 2-3 hours early before I finish my shift
>Just spend the last hours just talking to girl cashiers, or just talking to coworkers in general
>Mostly just talking to coworkers caused them to have a better time than being alone.
>Manager sees this and gets jealous
>Quit working for college
>Made some of the best friends with coworkers
>Everybody I talk to says they hated him

I felt like I won in life. And because of that I don't ever want to stop.

fuck man. that's brutal. I'm sorry for your loss. Keep strong and know that your old man would be insanely proud of what you have become. Cheers.

Pretty sure it was zizz

More protein. More rest.
You are going to make it.

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