Jankauskas
Member
Im writing this as a manual of how not to make stupid decisions, and of how to not use anabolics (or any recreational drugs for that matter) as a crutch when the going gets tough.
Let’s start from the beginning:
A few months ago I met a girl (of course), and fell in love with her. I shouldn’t have, and she did warn me, but her actions towards me led me to believe that she was developing romantic feelings for me, and I thought It would be alright to let myself go, but boy was I wrong.
During this time I had started a cutting cycle, which yielded me great results, I was proud of myself, I had planned a 10 to 12 week cut, but by week 8 I was pretty much done since I achieved my goal.
Life was great, things seemed to be looking up, little did I know that I was about to go from king to peasant in the blink of an eye.
Sometime later, that person was out of my life, but I had managed to find another girl, who I promptly bedded, the other one was gone but oh well, that’s her loss I thought, I’m a fucking playboy. Sometime later, that second girl was gone too, I found yet another one, but this one was a hustler, and I was quickly done with her.
It was only when I found myself alone that it hit me: The woman that I loved was gone, and I would never see her again, and all of those moments and memories rushed in to torture me.
I was 5 weeks into my cruise. For some reason, maybe related, maybe not, my strength took a nosedive at the gym, and being through so much shit, plus restricting my calories during the cruise to avoid excessive fat gains, my head was in such a messed up state that I decided that the only way I could continue was if I went into a blast. And so I did.
I decided to kickstart it with 60mg of Dbol to take advantage of the rebound effect, and I immediately increased my calories from the low 2000s to around 7000. This was yet another dumb decision. My resting heart rate went from 60 to 100, and there it has stayed.
The rebound idea was great in theory, and I did gain 25 pounds in barely 2 weeks, plus another 15 over the course of 3 more, but of course there was a price :
Walking to the supermarket became a challenge akin to climbing Mount Everest, my joints went to shit, my tendons went to shit, my blood pressure too. The heart palpitations that were far gone have returned with a vengeance, today I got several over the course of a few minutes in the gym, my heart rate was sky high due to the rapid weight gain in combination with cns overtraining and extreme anxiety caused by the obsessive thoughts that I have about her (probably Tren). I thought I was gonna die, but I didn’t even care.
All I could think about was her.
Now I’m on week 7 of my cycle, strength has stalled for most, even dropping for some exercises, I feel destroyed mentally and physically, I don’t know if I will make it to the end of the week, I can’t train at this level anymore due to overtraining, I can’t eat anymore because my stomach is starting to refuse food and I think the gear is making me feel worse than I should.
A waste of time, money, effort and health.
So here is my lesson: don’t do fucking gear if your head isn’t right, It will only make things worse. I’m thinking of going into a cruise by the end of the week if I make it there, a long cruise, and do some introspection during that time, because I really need that.
Thanks for reading.
Let’s start from the beginning:
A few months ago I met a girl (of course), and fell in love with her. I shouldn’t have, and she did warn me, but her actions towards me led me to believe that she was developing romantic feelings for me, and I thought It would be alright to let myself go, but boy was I wrong.
During this time I had started a cutting cycle, which yielded me great results, I was proud of myself, I had planned a 10 to 12 week cut, but by week 8 I was pretty much done since I achieved my goal.
Life was great, things seemed to be looking up, little did I know that I was about to go from king to peasant in the blink of an eye.
Sometime later, that person was out of my life, but I had managed to find another girl, who I promptly bedded, the other one was gone but oh well, that’s her loss I thought, I’m a fucking playboy. Sometime later, that second girl was gone too, I found yet another one, but this one was a hustler, and I was quickly done with her.
It was only when I found myself alone that it hit me: The woman that I loved was gone, and I would never see her again, and all of those moments and memories rushed in to torture me.
I was 5 weeks into my cruise. For some reason, maybe related, maybe not, my strength took a nosedive at the gym, and being through so much shit, plus restricting my calories during the cruise to avoid excessive fat gains, my head was in such a messed up state that I decided that the only way I could continue was if I went into a blast. And so I did.
I decided to kickstart it with 60mg of Dbol to take advantage of the rebound effect, and I immediately increased my calories from the low 2000s to around 7000. This was yet another dumb decision. My resting heart rate went from 60 to 100, and there it has stayed.
The rebound idea was great in theory, and I did gain 25 pounds in barely 2 weeks, plus another 15 over the course of 3 more, but of course there was a price :
Walking to the supermarket became a challenge akin to climbing Mount Everest, my joints went to shit, my tendons went to shit, my blood pressure too. The heart palpitations that were far gone have returned with a vengeance, today I got several over the course of a few minutes in the gym, my heart rate was sky high due to the rapid weight gain in combination with cns overtraining and extreme anxiety caused by the obsessive thoughts that I have about her (probably Tren). I thought I was gonna die, but I didn’t even care.
All I could think about was her.
Now I’m on week 7 of my cycle, strength has stalled for most, even dropping for some exercises, I feel destroyed mentally and physically, I don’t know if I will make it to the end of the week, I can’t train at this level anymore due to overtraining, I can’t eat anymore because my stomach is starting to refuse food and I think the gear is making me feel worse than I should.
A waste of time, money, effort and health.
So here is my lesson: don’t do fucking gear if your head isn’t right, It will only make things worse. I’m thinking of going into a cruise by the end of the week if I make it there, a long cruise, and do some introspection during that time, because I really need that.
Thanks for reading.
