Just dropped 2 Activate Xtreme capsules, now I'm headed to the gym. This is going to be a brutal workout. But then again Ronnie never took it easy in the gym, and The Natural Mr Universe Masters Division will be no walk in the park...
what do you have planned or do you just go by feel?
pics or feck off.
August 6th next year.
Once I dial in the conditioning I will post some pics. You will be shocked by my size and density. I was born with the double genome.
what's your bench?
Currently flat benching 385 for sets of 10.
Damn strong if true
Damn strong if true[/quotethat's world class strength, and i seriously doubt it's trueeven within in the gym population less than 1% of gym goers can do that
Thanks. When you combine my being a genetic freak with creatine you're going to get some results.
Tony, i just want to say that i commend you for posting here and revealing your struggles with addiction. Your determination to make a success out of yourself now is inspiring and i want you to know that your words resonated with me. I too used to struggle with sex addiction. At age 13, i was already a habitual user of premium rate sex lines. What started off as a simple act of curiosity soon spiralled into a nightly occurrence that seen me land my mum with a phone bill for 200 quid. By 14 i had discovered the pin code for my family's sky tv account and would obsessively stay up most night's until 2.am to order softcore porn at £5 a go, which rarely ever shown much more than gratuitous tit squeezing and the odd flash of a landing striped fanny. Certainly no penetration or face spunking, but still i persisted; i just couldn't get the monkey off my back.By 15, the situation had escalated to the point where i was frequently going into the shops, brazenly taking a porno off the top shelf whilst no one was looking, then slipping it casually into a sun newspaper in the hope that the shop assistant wouldn't need to scan it through and potentially expose me as a shoplifting little wanker. There was even a time when i'm ashamed to say that i even resorted to building a make shift wanking den by the side of a road once, as i was out cycling and was fortunate enough to discover a dog-eared 'razzle' lying in a ditch. It wasn't just personal use either; i was no stranger to dealing, which lead to me gaining notoriety at school and earn the nickname of "the porn king". For £1 a pop, i could get any guy, any genre of porn mag he wanted...midgets, asian hardcore; fat black birds, escort, fiesta; private, pirate, backdoor babes.....you name it. I was wanking so much that i was shooting blanks and my bell-end chafed like a marathon runner's nipple. Every time it brushed against my jeans it would send cold electric shocks through my crotch and up into my soul like a pulsing light, illuminating the monster that i tried to hide in the darkest depths of my psyche, forcing me to see what i had become. I was a sex addict.Now as a grown man in a stable relationship, i like to think the worst days are behind me, but the truth is that the monster in me is not dead, merely dormant. A few too many drinks on a night out may see me tempted to visit the local strippers and drunkenly beg a big Nigerian one to accompany me to the local travel inn for 300 quid. A simple trip to the shops may force me to cast an inquisitive eye along the top shelf of the magazines and breathe a deep sigh of frustration as i notice the free DVD with this months ' horny housewifes'. Indeed, a pleasant walk down my local high street will usually resort in that voice inside my head crying out in exasperation "ooh you fuuucking slaaaag" every five minutes, as i hopelessly catch a glimpse of some bleach blonde slut with her DD torpedo's swinging provocatively from side to side as she strolls across the road, no doubt scanning for cock as she does. What i'm trying to say is...i know what you've been through. I've been there too and we can battle this together. Stay positive, stay motivated in the gym and we can beat this, one day at a time.
