What up meso Last time I was on here was late April or early may, I was running a 600 test e cycle. midway me and my old lady broke up, my name wasn’t on the lease, ended up living in my car and once that happened and I got depressed and relapsed on meth and everything else, went on a long hard run all summer and lost about 75 pounds. I just stopped pinning mid cycle and sold the vials and winstrol I had, then I took clomid haphazardly while using for about a month. I bounced back to where I was pre cycle I feel like levels wise though I haven’t had bloods. I’m 2 weeks clean now. My relapse took me all across the south and down to Tampa finally, with this divorcee who got a big payout. When I use I use hard and I just kinda let the dope do the thinking. It’s bad. Now I’m with my family up in hot springs trying to get back on track with health, and life in general.Been eating anything and everything and I’ve probably put on 15 pounds of fat. I got a cheap lil planet fitness membership and I’m gonna try to get back into the routine and just build up some basic strength again with baby steps bc I basically withered away to nothing. It’s weird though man being on that cycle had me so stoked to be sober and active. Idk I just have a bad thing about when shit hits the fan in my life, I let myself feel hopeless, I say fuck it and I reach for the needle. Gonna do the natty training for at least 6 months hard minimum before I think about running a cycle again. Just sucks though I can honestly say that this past period of sobriety, being in the gym before and during my cycle that I fucked up with my relapse, was the best I’ve felt in my life. Anyway I’ll be poking around here mostly to see what’s up with everyone I enjoy the camaraderie and hard times everyone gives each other, and to glean more insight on training itself. Much respect to the brothers on here who have kicked the dope demon in its ass and who are still rocking it out eating training and living right. Crazy shit how life works too, I was selling shard out there in Tampa, ended up getting set up by this dope whore I was banging and robbed by her two African American friends with large handguns, which led to me spiraling into my latest rock bottom. Now I was enraged after this happened, but a few days after I landed up here in Arkansas, I see that the people I was getting my weight from kidnapped a guy, shot him in his head and are on the run. Who knows maybe I could’ve gotten tied into that shit. When I’m using I don’t give a fuck I’m like hell yeah break me something off I’ll come kidnap someone with you! I’m totally out there when I’m using. So I guess everything happens for a reason.