Dingalanga
New Member
Hi!
The title is a bit more dramatic than the truth, but it was absolutely the case a couple of years ago.
I am diagnosed with a pretty severe depression, and it comes and goes, and has done so for most of my adult life. I use medication to combat this, and it does work. I have kids and a lovely, supportive wife, a job, a house and a couple of cars. Life is generally pretty good, but there's always this "darkness" looming over me.
For the longest time I've used food as comfort. And let me tell you, I enjoyed feeling comfortable. So much so that my weight peaked at close to 145KGs just 4 years ago. We were expecting our first kid, and that just threw me out completely. Got burned out, BP through the roof, even got tinnitus as a sort of physical manifestation of how I was doing mentally. Went to therapy, stayed in therapy for a couple of years.
Around two years ago, when we were expecting our second, I was very scared of doing the same thing all over, so I decided to prepare as best I could. I started working out, counting calories, all the good stuff. Lost 45KG by the time the second one entered the world. Things did however start to spiral yet again, luckily this time it felt more like a controlled fall, rather than a plummet, and so I was able to stop it before it went too far. Retatrutide became a massive help for me, and I am currently at 108KG, on my way down to 85-ish, which would be the lowest I've been since I was about 15.
Having lived my entire life as a fatty, I am so sick and tired of never taking my shirt off in public, being scared my t-shirt takes a ride south and expose my bare stomach for all the world to laugh at it. Going to the shop is bad enough. Going to the beach with my children scares me more than I want to admit.
I think I have an OK frame to build a decent physique. 188cm tall, broad chest and shoulders. I respons OK to resistance training, and I am extremely consistent in both progressive overload as well as my diet. It's just.. I feel like I am running out of time, sort of. I am looking for a cheat, something that could help me get a body that I don't need to feel ashamed in. I want to get there now, not in six years.
And so I find myself here. Looking at steroids, side effects, cycles. Trying to navigate something that does not seem to have a definitive answer to...anything.
My goal right now is to get down to 12-13% BF and take a look in the mirror. If I am content, that is fine. If not, I want to go on steroids, assuming all my panels and stuff are good. My original plan was to do ONE cycle, PCT and done. Having read through many threads on here, that plan is pretty much dead. "All gains will go away when you're done with your PCT" - "this is a life long commitment, stay on or dont start".
I used to be convinced I had low test naturally, however after two separate measurements, it turns out I am pretty average. (440-ish).
Anyway, thanks for having me! I am guessing I'll be at my BF goal in about 6 months.
The title is a bit more dramatic than the truth, but it was absolutely the case a couple of years ago.
I am diagnosed with a pretty severe depression, and it comes and goes, and has done so for most of my adult life. I use medication to combat this, and it does work. I have kids and a lovely, supportive wife, a job, a house and a couple of cars. Life is generally pretty good, but there's always this "darkness" looming over me.
For the longest time I've used food as comfort. And let me tell you, I enjoyed feeling comfortable. So much so that my weight peaked at close to 145KGs just 4 years ago. We were expecting our first kid, and that just threw me out completely. Got burned out, BP through the roof, even got tinnitus as a sort of physical manifestation of how I was doing mentally. Went to therapy, stayed in therapy for a couple of years.
Around two years ago, when we were expecting our second, I was very scared of doing the same thing all over, so I decided to prepare as best I could. I started working out, counting calories, all the good stuff. Lost 45KG by the time the second one entered the world. Things did however start to spiral yet again, luckily this time it felt more like a controlled fall, rather than a plummet, and so I was able to stop it before it went too far. Retatrutide became a massive help for me, and I am currently at 108KG, on my way down to 85-ish, which would be the lowest I've been since I was about 15.
Having lived my entire life as a fatty, I am so sick and tired of never taking my shirt off in public, being scared my t-shirt takes a ride south and expose my bare stomach for all the world to laugh at it. Going to the shop is bad enough. Going to the beach with my children scares me more than I want to admit.
I think I have an OK frame to build a decent physique. 188cm tall, broad chest and shoulders. I respons OK to resistance training, and I am extremely consistent in both progressive overload as well as my diet. It's just.. I feel like I am running out of time, sort of. I am looking for a cheat, something that could help me get a body that I don't need to feel ashamed in. I want to get there now, not in six years.
And so I find myself here. Looking at steroids, side effects, cycles. Trying to navigate something that does not seem to have a definitive answer to...anything.
My goal right now is to get down to 12-13% BF and take a look in the mirror. If I am content, that is fine. If not, I want to go on steroids, assuming all my panels and stuff are good. My original plan was to do ONE cycle, PCT and done. Having read through many threads on here, that plan is pretty much dead. "All gains will go away when you're done with your PCT" - "this is a life long commitment, stay on or dont start".
I used to be convinced I had low test naturally, however after two separate measurements, it turns out I am pretty average. (440-ish).
Anyway, thanks for having me! I am guessing I'll be at my BF goal in about 6 months.
