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I worked out religiously from the age 18 to 24. I got married at 24 and the workouts slowed then stopped. I tried off and on for the next 10 or so years but it was never the same. About 2 years ago I suffered a back injury from lifting a Harley engine. Guess my mind was still in shape or something. I ended up with a ruptured disk and it suked. I found myself on a beer and buffalo wing diet, the beer for pain and the wings....cause they go with beer.
I was in terrible pain 24/7, nothing helped. It was really messing with my mind too.
On Nov. 20 of last year I was back in the emergency room from another flare up. At that time I was told by my regular doc. that it was time for the surgery. I got a second from the hospitals doc. as well. Call me chicken, but the thought back surgery just scares the hell out of me. That night I sat with my new pile of meds, totally depressed. I didn't know what to do, I knew the pain had to stop or I would just loose it all together. Now, this is gona sound stupid but, that night I dreamed of the good ole days in the gym. All the weights I used to lift, the feeling I would get after heavy squats or military presses. Man, to go back in time....
The next day I was at the docs office setting up a time for surgery and I was talking about my dream. He said "never again big boy". Now, I just hate a challenge, don't you? I asked if working out would help in the situation I was in and was told that I was insane for even thinking it. All it would do is destroy the vertebrae around the bad disk. Acting macho (but actually scared shitless of the operation) I said "Fuck it, I'm going to give it a shot anyway, can't get much worse". I postponed the operation.
On Dec. 1 I started my first day at the gym. I was 6'1" and 180lbs of buffalo wing eatin fury I'll tell you. I was way outa shape. I did suffer for a while, but my depression seemed to fade every time I worked out. Within a few weeks I was feeling like a new man, I was cutting the pain meds way back. After two months I had stopped all meds and was actually feeling like I was getting better. My attitude was WAY better.
By the time Feb came around I was on top of the world. Never being one to do things half way I was into a full BB routine again. That's when I started using gear. I had some experience but was never able to get information like I can today via the net. I started reading about it probably in Dec. , just wishful thinking then cause I figured I'd crash and burn like the doc said. Since Feb. I have done four cycles, mostly combos of test/eq/dbol/deca.
I now weigh 225lbs. Man, I look great compared to last year. I have had zero back pain for months. My squats are at 310 for reps, I can do deads, bent rows, whatever I want. I can do 110lb dumbbells for reps on the incline bench and bench 265 for reps. Depression is a thing of the past, I'm ready to take over the world again.
I owe it to;
1. The Lord of course, for making me so hard headed and persistent.
2. These boards, for helping me make informed decisions concerning AS.
3. My wife, for putting up with me and appreciating what I'm doing.
4. My local gym rats, for helping me push myself all the way.
Sorry if I bored anyone with this. I guess I'm just proud of where I am today

On Nov. 20 of last year I was back in the emergency room from another flare up. At that time I was told by my regular doc. that it was time for the surgery. I got a second from the hospitals doc. as well. Call me chicken, but the thought back surgery just scares the hell out of me. That night I sat with my new pile of meds, totally depressed. I didn't know what to do, I knew the pain had to stop or I would just loose it all together. Now, this is gona sound stupid but, that night I dreamed of the good ole days in the gym. All the weights I used to lift, the feeling I would get after heavy squats or military presses. Man, to go back in time....
The next day I was at the docs office setting up a time for surgery and I was talking about my dream. He said "never again big boy". Now, I just hate a challenge, don't you? I asked if working out would help in the situation I was in and was told that I was insane for even thinking it. All it would do is destroy the vertebrae around the bad disk. Acting macho (but actually scared shitless of the operation) I said "Fuck it, I'm going to give it a shot anyway, can't get much worse". I postponed the operation.
On Dec. 1 I started my first day at the gym. I was 6'1" and 180lbs of buffalo wing eatin fury I'll tell you. I was way outa shape. I did suffer for a while, but my depression seemed to fade every time I worked out. Within a few weeks I was feeling like a new man, I was cutting the pain meds way back. After two months I had stopped all meds and was actually feeling like I was getting better. My attitude was WAY better.
By the time Feb came around I was on top of the world. Never being one to do things half way I was into a full BB routine again. That's when I started using gear. I had some experience but was never able to get information like I can today via the net. I started reading about it probably in Dec. , just wishful thinking then cause I figured I'd crash and burn like the doc said. Since Feb. I have done four cycles, mostly combos of test/eq/dbol/deca.
I now weigh 225lbs. Man, I look great compared to last year. I have had zero back pain for months. My squats are at 310 for reps, I can do deads, bent rows, whatever I want. I can do 110lb dumbbells for reps on the incline bench and bench 265 for reps. Depression is a thing of the past, I'm ready to take over the world again.
I owe it to;
1. The Lord of course, for making me so hard headed and persistent.
2. These boards, for helping me make informed decisions concerning AS.
3. My wife, for putting up with me and appreciating what I'm doing.
4. My local gym rats, for helping me push myself all the way.
Sorry if I bored anyone with this. I guess I'm just proud of where I am today

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