.....i stepped on the scale..... but you need a little background first...

bout 5 i was walking on clouds. just finished pct from my first cycle. kept some fantastic gains. still feeling immortal. holding my weight at a tad bit over 270. i was doing great, but then i met her....

we had met on facebook a few months before. nothing like that. we lived in the same town. she pmed me saying she just moved back from miami. asking what gym i go to, hers sucks. told her where im at. nothing more. i ran into her a few weeks later at a club. saw her right when i was walking in. she came up and introduced herself. told me she was leaving with her bf. nothing more. i didnt know that at the time, but it turned out ive known the guy for a while. lead to a little bit of drama. thats a pretty good story 2. but really unrelated to this.

went about my life. working. lifting. going out. generally enjoying myself. and one day she hits me up. on facebook again. and asks me out. we went out. took her to the city.we ended up on a crazy 2 day date running around town. followed by another 2 at my house. we hit it off great. somewhat of an age difference. im 23. shes 34. neither one of us had known the others age. she thought i was older. i thought she was younger. and she looks fantastic. platinum blonde hair. silicone perfection chest. (though i believe they were saline...) shes in way better shape than i'll ever be. shes actually a certified personal trainer and licensed massage therapist.

now at first we were doing good. both still working out. work is just picking up for me. im a foreman for a moving company. summers are fucking crazy for me. we start spending more time together. going out together more. im working more. spending less and less time in the gym as we go. finally all off a sudden i find myself working 100 hours weeks. working long ass days in the heat. barely getting to eat. and spending pretty much all the rest of the time with her. and it hits me. i dont even remember the last time time ive been in the gym. and overall i was just so un healthy.

working crazy amounts of hours. eating pure shit when i could. barely getting sleep. still going out with her. spending long nights in clubs followed by long days in bed. started smoking again after not touching a cigarette in like 2 years. generally committing all the debauchery that comes with being young and good looking. and than it hit me, i was mortal again.

the summers dragging on. work is fucking killing me. shes killing me. fighting all the time. im fucking deflated. life is fucking miserable. the only thing stopping me from ending it then was the slavic warrior genetics i was born in ensuring i was still twice the size of common man.

and then it got better. the season ended. we ended. i was getting things together. havnt smoked a cigarette since she left. been eating like a champ. and finally managed to get back into the gym today. and damn was i hit. now i obviously knew my strength was going to be way down. and i knew i had dropped some pounds. my swell had gone down. but i had kept some good size. and then i stopped on the scale. i was praying it would stop at least at the 250 marker it was rocking over, but it just didnt make it. i had dropped about 30 pounds in just over 3 months. needless to say i was sick... but then i decided to use this as an opportunity. to make a promise to myself, and all the brothers here.

starting today i will always balance my work and my body.
starting today i will never let a woman come before the gym.
starting today i will never permit her vagina come before my muscle.
starting today i will never inhale even a drop of smoke.
starting today i will eat 3 pounds of chicken a day til i die from salmonella poisoning.
starting today i will never spend long nights in a club. (that ones a lie)

starrting today my brothers, i vouch to you, to fully return to my quest of being the massive freak god put me on earth to be. GET SOME.