The Life of an amateur bber is more like this
Wake up take your first 3cc of gear for the day. Ignore the training routine and diet your coach wrote for you that you dropped a grand on, deep down you know its all drugs anyways.
Make your way to the gym, be sure to stop by the gas station to pick up some chocolate....you took 15u insulin IM pre workout, never know when you can go hypo. Hit the machines for 35 minutes, your on so much tren you can barely do that without gasping for air. No worries you know you'll grow walking to the refrigerator on the stack your on.
Start preaching to the 205lb black guy with 20 inch arms you see in the gym everyday about how bad overtraining is, despite him having much better arms than you tell him he's overtraining them....
Hit a few poses.... stuff yourself with the fourth meal of the day, it's 12 am your doing good. your gut looks like shit and is the only thing thats grown in two years but the scale is moving ad you know your well on your way
See that hot blonde chick you've had a crush on for the past year but never had the balls to ask out talking with some 190lb twink....laugh about the time you saw him struggle with benching 275. Instead of coming to grips with the fact that your 5'8 with a receding hairline just Tell yourself she's probably intimidated by you
Come home take a shot of insulin and your next 3cc of gear, post a selfie on instagram and wait for the first hot fitness slut to like it. She likes two of your photos, you go like 70 and dm her "whatsup beautiful"...make sure to throw an emoji in there or two. She blocks your creepy ass forever, convince yourself that she's intimidated by you too.
While you got your heating pad on your ass because you've got so much scar tissue from years of abuse, make a thread on pro muscle bragging about how little you use and what superior genetics you have.