I was in great shape when i was young (had ripped abs up until 36 yo) so my appearance meant alot to me and i felt very confident in myself
After my mother died in my arms while i tried saving her life, my hair turned grey over night and i stopped training and eating well
I started to look like a bag of smashed assholes
It was a journey to try get back in shape again after years of lookin like sheit
Now at 50+ i train regularly but can never regain my shape/physique i had in my early 30s unless i use Test Cyp
Did a healthcheck not long ago, decent Testo-value, no cancer, liver and kidneys were fine, just a tad high bloodpressure due to all the Leftists and Feminists
Thanks for sharing. I’m sorry about the loss of your mom….
I think for many people youth is their identity and then when you crossover that threshold of no longer being young it can be a rough transition. It’s almost like you’re always young then you’re suddenly not anymore.
Obviously the word youth can reference multiple decades, we are all only growing older. My uncle in his 70s talks about how great it would to be young again in his 50s - but 20 years ago his mother was alive and he had a career he was respected in and so on.
Aging can be a challenge, especially when the world is different from the one you were raised in. I understand my grandfather more today than I ever have.
All that said it sounds like you have an understanding of what Calum is going through- he’s suffered injuries, lost his physical presence, he lost a brother, maybe his whole identity. He still looks “young”, good skin with no wrinkles and has his hair but his world has been flipped upside down, though it seems most of it has been self inflicted.
I think we all knew he was going to have troubles when he cried over that haircut some years back.
