I remember seeing the ‘huge’ guys in the college weight room benching 2 plates a side.
I remember buying Weider Protein chewables and thinking that popping a couple after each workout would make me huge by the end of the term.
I remember eating egg white omlettes thinking this is what all the pros do with no clue that I wasn’t getting anywhere near enough calories to even maintain my puny 150 lb frame.
I remember the first time I had to buy a Large t-shirt because the Medium was finally too tight in the shoulders.
I remember the first time I benched 185 lbs, more than I weighed at the time, and thinking I was well on my way.
I remember getting buried in the power cage when I tried squatting 385 lbs for the first time (I later got close to 600, but who’s counting -lol)
I remember discovering deadlifts and thinking it was the missing ingredient that was keeping me from getting huge.
I remember the morning after my first deadlift session, I missed all my classes because I couldn’t get out of bed. My roomate seriously considered calling an ambulance.
I remember the first time I tried a ketogenic diet (this was before the internet!). I figured that the sooner I depleted all my glycogen, the sooner I’d be ripped. I spent 4 hours on the treadmill and then went to my girlfriends’ parents house for the weekend, armed with pepperoni and beef jerky, the only foods I thought I’d be eating. Again, the people around me ended up seriously considering calling an ambulance -lol.
And lastly… I remember running into a very attractive girl I knew in high school, about 10 years after graduation, one day on the Long Island railroad. I was wearing a short sleeve polo shirt and khakis (sporting some good bicep veins -lol). I graduated high school weighing 150 lbs. I had gotten up to about 210 at this point. She recognized me and said “so, you’ve been working out… it looks good”