— Whatever will I do?
“Renowned blogger Richard Nikoley shares his personal journey of transformation, offering a brutally honest and deeply insightful account of gaining weight and reclaiming control over his life. This is an essential read for those ready to break free from societal expectations and take full authority for their own lives.” — Chatbot Zon
The hard makes it great.
Hold that thought. I’ll get back to it.
… The story of the scale is this.
That’s me in on June 10, 2022, 16 months ago—and 2 months almost to the day from when I stopped boozing [way] too much and [way] too often.
I stopped entirely, as it has tuned out—just over 14 months, now—and I’m long past the point of no return. Can’t think of anything I need less than a gram of the stuff. Hard to reconcile being so fucking stupid about it for so fucking long…but it is what it was. Don’t look back.
It’s kinda the watershed pic in terms of the bottom. I’m not sure when it was exactly, but it was between then and August 7 when I stopped, that I had largely lost my appetite for any food, and I suspected mightily that the booze was the clear and certain cause.
Three days proved that to be the damn truth. I caught the shit in time, but not before suffering alcohol-induced sarcopenia. I started eating, hit the gym, walked a lot, swam and snorkeled in the ocean a lot…everything worked.
Nothing didn’t work. It’s important to say that because it goes toward saying that there are no fucking excuses:
- You have no excuse for being fat.
- You have no excuse for having too little muscle.
- You have no excuse for eating like a kid in a candy store.
- You have no excuse for sitting on your [fat] ass in front of the TV every night rather than finding something better to do most nights (sex, anyone?).
- You have no excuse for lacking the desire, attractiveness, will, and seductive instinct to have sex regularly.
- You have no excuse for looking like a slob.
- You have no excuse for feeling like crap.
- You have no excuse for poor performance at school, work, or business.
- You have no excuse for sleeping too little or too much.
- You have no excuse for engaging in behaviors and practices you know to be detrimental to getting to the place you know you want to be.
On number 10: hopes, wishes, and dreams are for lazy suckers and chumps who will sooner spend money on some “Easy Way To X” than to form a vision of where they aim to be in X months or years, grab a pen & paper, and list all the hard steps it’s going to take to get there.
And then fucking get to work.
… No, I’ll just get on the internet, Google until I find the easy way for only $99.95, and it’s as good as done (in your mind only, and it only means it will almost certainly never get done).
To the left is September 3, 2022, just coming up on the 1-month-no-booze point, and it was taken in the gym. No idea what my weight might have been at the point I stopped, but no matter, that’s 83 kilos (183 pounds) of over fat, under muscled.
To the right is the 1st day of July 2023, just over 3 months ago. It was the day I began the very intense SHRED30 program, where it was 30-days straight of ass-busting in the gym. It’s professionally designed based upon known recovery periods for different muscles, so some, I was doing very frequently (calves) and some, infrequently (hamstrings).
So, over that 10 months between those pictured weigh-ins, I put on 5 kilos (11 pounds). That was likely lean-mass recovery, mostly. The pants were no tighter.
Importantly, at the end of that 30 days, I stepped on the scale and I had gained 1 kilo (2.2 pounds). In this case, the shoulder area of my shirts were substantially filled out, and my pants were getting loose. Probably a 5 pound fat loss and a 7 pound lean gain for a net of 2 gained.
(This, incidentally, is the ideal way to recomposition your body. You lose fat but also gain lean, the amount of lean gain being determined by how over-fat and under-lean you were. The caveat is that most really fat people are not under lean in absolute terms, even at high body-fat percentages. When you eat too much too often, you’re adding both fat and lean, so for really fat people it’s normal to lose some lean while losing fat. The reason for hitting the gym is to preserve and make toned and fit, as much of that lean as you can.)
Ok, so fast-forward to the last time I weighed in. That was at Muscle Factory in early September, right as I was several weeks into the Longevity LP (for older lifters) by the same guy who wrote SHRED30.
I didn’t snap a pic, but I recorded it in Jefit.
I hadn’t even thought to weigh in since, but in this now NEW program I’m doing (Achilles, a 12-week program, by the same guy), it has wide-grip pull-ups (4×10) or alternatively, wide-grip cable lat pull downs. I figured, do the hard thing, but because no way I’m going to do many meaningful pull-ups at 211 pounds, I’m using the weight-assisted machine. If you want to track the weight you’re actually pulling up, you’ve got to weigh in, so you know where to set the weight assist for that day.
Long story longer, I saw 96 and did a no way. Had to do it again.
Now, people gonna say, BUT HE’S ON ANABOLIC STEROIDS AND GROWTH HORMONE!!!
- Everyone who uses the word “anabolic” regarding steroids is a parroting ignoramus, including the talking-heads on the TEEVEE. There are no exceptions.
- Anabolic refers to metabolic processes that build more complex molecules from simpler ones; catabolic is the opposite: breaking down complex molecules into simpler ones.
- The term catabolic steroids—referring to cortisone and prednisone, for example—is something that has been said by no one ever.
Number three, there, tells you exactly why people who mouth “anabolic steroids”—instead of, say “molecule-or-tissue-building steroids”—do so because nobody knows what the fuck anabolic means, including themselves, they count on that, and also the fact that it sounds sinister and bad.
Somebody doin somethin bad!
What it really means is: “I’m fucking pathetic by comparison, so better besmirch it and knock it down, signal my virtue and desirability by comparison.”
Don’t do bullshit, people. You know that what I just said is what it’s really all about when you get down to brass tacks.
… And besides, in total, that gain from my lowest at 83Kg in September last year to 96Kg yesterday, a gain of about 29.5 pounds, is very near all lean gain (starting from an under-lean place), likely with some measure of fat loss, though that has not been any dedicated aim (NOW it will be). That’s over the space of 13 months, 4.3 pounds per month. About a pound per week.
When did I start DOPING!!!???
I began the testosterone injections exactly 3 weeks ago, on Wednesday evening, September 20. The HGH started exactly 8 days ago, around noon, Wednesday, October 4.
So now you can suspect why I’m posting all of this here—now. Because: as sure as the sun will set tonight and rise again tomorrow, there will eventually be loathsome cucks and cunts out there saying “RICHARD IS ON ANABOLIC STEROIDS AND GROWTH HORMONE. HE’S DOPING. THE RESULTS AREN’T REAL!!!”
What they really mean is that they’re less than pathetic and worthless. They can’t even pick themselves up after a defeat, as I’ve handily done. They certainly can’t do 66 brutal, ass-busting gym sessions in 104 days, including 30 days straight to kick it off during the whole month of fucking-hot July in Thailand, in an outdoor gym called Zoo Gym, enclosed by chain-link fence.
You know I’m dead on the money here.
Given my history, and now my solid victory, there are hundreds out there who fucking hate it.
They were always pathetic and unworthy, they knew it about themselves back then, and the fact is, even at my miserable worst with the drunk blogging and social media, I was still far better than they could ever hope to be.
Now I’ve proved it unequivocally.
So to all of them: Fuck off. You’re dismissed.
Look people. It’s really simple. All of it. Simply always pick the hard thing. There’s very little that’s likely to go wrong; if it does, then, well, you’ve got experience doing the hard shit, right?
What’s the alternative?
Now let’s elaborate on some nuances here with bodyfat percentages, and in particular, my clear path to sub-10% that won’t be easy, but something else. Also, an astounding resource on all things performance-enhancing and longevity I came across. Finally, how to fuel this kind of muscle gain from the ANABOLIC kitchen, without becoming a blimp—with actual photos of whole foods, so you can see for yourself—and lick your chops. That also includes my pre-workout mini-meal discovery recently that, if anything like me, will boost your gym performance about 9% (my figures); but, best of all, will have you going from routine-to-routine with a smile on your face, a positive attitude in your head, and anticipation in your heart.
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