To carve another notch in the wall here now that I'm back, I want to revisit another topic I had serious thoughts on and speak on my own experience: gymcelling.
For starters I was constantly mogged by others by mass but didn't realize it was due to the weakling sport I was playing at the time. I initially coped with it by going on a "dirty bulk" that essentially went nowhere. When I say nowhere, I mean my chest was still as flat as a 12 year old's. Nonexistent. Cutting board flat.
Calisthenics was the first step like most gymcels but I got bored and realized my father had old machines he didn't use, so I took advantage of them. Off to the races.
One summer a Georgian friend of mine invites me to his gym. Says he has a free pass. It was one of those uppity ones where 40 year old foids jump around in sweaty rooms and pretend to like eachother. I jumped at the opportunity because I was sick of not being able to train the way I wanted to at home, but quickly realized I'd have to compete with Tyrone and Chad due to the setting.
I resisted but came to terms with the fact that it'd pretty much be the only way to get what I thought was ahead.
From that point forward I changed just about everything. My diet, the clothes I wore, my haircut, down to my posture. Every day I could I packed in protein shake after protein shake, devour bowl on devour bowl, in an effort to gain. Some nights I went to sleep wondering why I was even doing it.
After 3 years of hard work (coincidentally spent away from here) I reached a max weight of 215. Physically, I felt good. But I ran into the great hammer of doom-
THERE IS NO GYM FOR YOUR FACE.
I spent day after day looking in the mirror at myself, happy that my figure was much better than it used to be, but profoundly disappointed with my face. I looked like I'd eaten myself. My face had swelled up and I essentially couldn't recognize myself anymore. I completely lost my purpose at that point.
If you plan on committing to gymcelling, always remember this fact. Don't go into it expecting anything major to happen. You can get above whatever arbitrary weight number you want, but you will never be able to change your face. It never even began for you.
For starters I was constantly mogged by others by mass but didn't realize it was due to the weakling sport I was playing at the time. I initially coped with it by going on a "dirty bulk" that essentially went nowhere. When I say nowhere, I mean my chest was still as flat as a 12 year old's. Nonexistent. Cutting board flat.
Calisthenics was the first step like most gymcels but I got bored and realized my father had old machines he didn't use, so I took advantage of them. Off to the races.
One summer a Georgian friend of mine invites me to his gym. Says he has a free pass. It was one of those uppity ones where 40 year old foids jump around in sweaty rooms and pretend to like eachother. I jumped at the opportunity because I was sick of not being able to train the way I wanted to at home, but quickly realized I'd have to compete with Tyrone and Chad due to the setting.
I resisted but came to terms with the fact that it'd pretty much be the only way to get what I thought was ahead.
From that point forward I changed just about everything. My diet, the clothes I wore, my haircut, down to my posture. Every day I could I packed in protein shake after protein shake, devour bowl on devour bowl, in an effort to gain. Some nights I went to sleep wondering why I was even doing it.
After 3 years of hard work (coincidentally spent away from here) I reached a max weight of 215. Physically, I felt good. But I ran into the great hammer of doom-
THERE IS NO GYM FOR YOUR FACE.
I spent day after day looking in the mirror at myself, happy that my figure was much better than it used to be, but profoundly disappointed with my face. I looked like I'd eaten myself. My face had swelled up and I essentially couldn't recognize myself anymore. I completely lost my purpose at that point.
If you plan on committing to gymcelling, always remember this fact. Don't go into it expecting anything major to happen. You can get above whatever arbitrary weight number you want, but you will never be able to change your face. It never even began for you.
I’ve been doing it for years and it hasn’t made my life better. At this point I just do it out of compulsion, as well as a way to burn my energy on something so it’s easier to fall asleep at night.
