A Story to Say
Several things have made me cool the turkey on steroids, the last of which was triggered by four guys who broke into my house and my head and my head Press the dog's head with a pistol. but I will come to that later.
I personally knew at least ten people who died young of bodybuilding medication and abuse. I knew countless others whose lives were ruined or otherwise adversely affected.
Then there are the acquaintances who had heart attacks and minor strokes. They were fortunate to survive such warnings from their bodies, and did nothing against it. They kept on dice.
I also know more than my share of women in the world of hardcore competitions, for which PEDs served as access drugs to other types of dangerous recreational drugs that landed some of the lucky ones in the pulmonary clinic. [1
But I also know the risks of PEDs from my personal experience. This is a story I have only told a few people so far.
Done With the Lunatic Fringe
It all began with a guest appearance at a bodybuilding professional show. The competitors only talked about their drug use. One of them hobbled. I looked at his legs and saw rough-looking welts. He said he had injections on his lateral abdominalis and was hoping to bring out his femoral.
That was just one of the stupid, disgusting things I saw that night when I realized how Dark Bodybuilding had become. 19659003] I decided then that I'm done with the hardcore world. I was supposed to go out and set up a booth and sign photos just before the break, but I just collected my things and walked out the back door.
I never wanted to be part of this world again. I was still training and training competitors, and I would do that for the next few years, but I was done with the crazy edge. The lifestyle I used to cut my professional teeth and devoted so passionately and passionately seemed to have disappeared.
But even though I was done with hardcore bodybuilding, hardcore bodybuilding was not done with me and I continued using PEDs.
A Weapon for the Head
At the same time, I trained in a really well-equipped hardcore gym. The training atmosphere there I really liked – the old school hung in & # 39; n & # 39; Bangin & # 39 ;. There were a couple of hardcore guys in this gym who often saw me on heavy lifts when I had to lift 160-pound dumbbells to my chest.
Some of them were in the same ragged group and they were always friendly to me. The rumor was that they were either affiliated members or actual members of a cycling group, but I did not care. I have always responded to people the way they responded to me.
One day, two of these guys asked me for a one-to-one coaching, but they did not want me to do their assessment in the gym. Instead, they asked if they could come to my house to sign up, and maybe some of their friends were also interested in signing up.
I agreed to see her, and we arranged an appointment for her so I could make her physical judgments and begin her. When they came to my door, there were four. At first, I thought to myself, "Great, four new customers at once, that's a lot of money."
I took her to my office and one of them put a gun to my head. Even more frightening was that one of them grabbed my dog Hooch and also stuck a gun to his head. They were there because they thought I had a large supply of steroids that could divide them into a big score.
And the truth is, I had anabolic steroids at my house, but not nearly as they had hoped. They took practically everything I owned-cash and anything else that was valuable-and they were gone.
A swollen, bloated medical mess
Immediately after this home invasion, I had an unpleasant physiological adrenal / stress response. My fingers and toes swelled and hurt. Almost immediately I developed a so-called "moon face". I looked like someone whose face was stung by a bee and was allergic. My stomach was also bloated very much.
I was thin and torn, but in a few hours my body turned into a heavy, edematous mess.
I went immediately to the doctor and prescribed diuretics and a sedative and he accelerated some blood tests. I got the call later in the day to come to the office because he wanted to do my blood tests with me, and that's never a good sign.
I'll never forget what he said: "Let me put it this way. I have a patient in his 60s who has already had four major heart attacks and his blood picture looks better than hers." This statement served as a punch. I felt disgusted that I had treated my body in this way, while I was convinced that I was part of a "fitness" industry.
I had actually convinced myself that I was healthy. I also felt disgusted that I had been near a group of people I had invited to my home and who had then put a gun on my head.
That did it. I was done, finished with everything.
No easing, no rationalization or the mental gymnastics I used to justify my use of steroids. I just stopped the cold turkey when I left the doctor's office.
The After Effects
Within 8 weeks of the steroids, my blood screens returned to normal and healthy areas. At the 12-week follow-up my blood count was even better. When the Doc looked at my results from my 20-week follow-up, he exclaimed, "I would not have believed that if I had not seen it myself, your blood looks like a healthy person in your 20s!" 19659003] As expected, the heavy muscle weight slowly but surely decreased. Still, my knowledge of the game of physical transformation allowed me to look like a man giving a lecture.
Below a photo of me from the hardcore days:
And here I am on the beach In Dubai in 2016, at the age of 55 years. Still the same body structure, but obviously smaller.
I have not weighed myself in years because I honestly do not believe in it, but I suspect I've lost about 40-50 pounds. I went from 4X or 5X shirts to about 2X and sometimes even to a XL. I mostly do full-body training now, and that works for me.
I also switched to one-on-one coaching for a completely different population group: normal, normal people who are still looking for realistic physical changes. I've also become a bestselling author on Amazon and have developed numerous online courses on body transformation and weight loss.
Coaching bodybuilding and figure contenders for champion status and looking at the "hardcore" part itself is way behind me and I have no regrets and certainly no second thoughts about ever using PEDs again.
I'll probably always be the Hangin & # 39; n & # 39; Bang bodybuilding lifestyle live only without the pharmaceuticals. But I'm worried that people, too many people, will not receive my message.
The skeptics are either dead or dying
When I knew that I renounced the juice and let go of this phase In my life, some people were very open about it. Two of my former clients said things like, "Yeah, right, as soon as he starts shrinking, Abel will be back on the sauce again, he will not be able to grow up!"
The only reason why I mention that these two former clients are mainly due to the fact that both died at the age of 40 years. One fell dead on the gym leaving behind a wife and three young daughters, and the other was Greg Kovacs, who no one would expect to live long in the inner part of bodybuilding anyway.
In fact, I stopped training Greg Kovacs and delivering him because of his insane, uncontrollable drug abuse as a client, but mentioning these two guys is important because they point out that they have their own fears of it kept getting small. "
I only wish they were still there to face those fears, but if you knew them, you knew that would never happen." Similarly, a few weeks ago, I received an e-mail from one He wanted to know how I managed to become natural after being "a bloated beast that could have competed in the Olympics."
He wanted to know how hard it was for me He wanted to know if it was playing head games with me, he also projected his insecurity on me, but here's the crazy part – he just had his second heart attack.
He's barely 50 He was advised to leave his steroid stacks if he wanted to avoid another cardiac episode, but he also wanted me to tell him that there is a way to use steroids while keeping his health on magic Way to improve.
He had already done it got his answer – go of the steroids. He just did not want to accept it.
"Physique Competition" and "Health" Are Conflicting Terms
When people come to me and ask me about the risks of using steroids, I know them first hand, second hand, third hand, whatever. And the longer you stay, the bigger the risk. And the higher the doses you use, the higher the risk – just like any drug, not to mention a stack of drugs.
Imagine taking a bottle of extra strong Tylenol to ward off pain and headaches, and you did it every day. Could you streamline this strategy? Unfortunately, many steroid users do this.
The mental gymnastics these long-term people who use steroids do when they have health problems I can not understand. They bend and twist and stretch facts and figures of any length just to say things like, "Yes, I had a heart problem, but research says it was not steroids, that could not be!"
It has come to the point that it is a contradiction for me to use body competition and health in the same sentence – or, worse, body competition and "fitness" in the same sentence.
It is even worse. The members of this industry are jointly responsible if they pretend that there are no big consequences in throwing massive physiological doses of medication into their bodies. That's not rational. In my opinion, it is downright scary.
As usual, some of you will understand, some of you will not.
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