I want to start off by saying. I am not condoning anyone to use psychedelic drugs, however I would like to share my experience.
I was 380lbs at the beginning of 2018. I was always the chunky kid growing up. When I got to college, I was a party machine. I loved to drink. I was the chugger at the party. The one that would grab the fifth of Jack and go until it’s gone. It was unhealthy. It was never a problem, I was always in control. However, it was a terrible habit. In the back of my mind, I knew something needed to change. This wasn’t a foreign feeling to me. I’ve gotten this thought of living a healthier life many times growing up.
Then one day there was “the switch”. It was a normal night at my friends house. We got our hands on some magic mushrooms . We were ready to take on the night and see some crazy shit. I like to take my whole eighth and break it into crumbs and just take them in one go. Wash it down with some OJ. There were a few of us at my friends house that night. I was naive of the internal intervention I was about to have with myself later on in the night.
I went to use the bathroom. My friend had a body mirror in the bathroom. It showed everything from your head to your toes. I remember looking at myself and not liking who I was. I felt a overwhelming feeling of the color red (that may not make sense to everyone, but those who have had enough psychedelics understand). I felt like I was looking in the mirror for hours, and in hindsight, I probably wasn’t it was probably 5mins but it felt like 10hrs. Psychedelics allow you to look through the world from a third person perspective. It allows your mind to zoom out and look at the overall meaning of life. The overall meaning is health. I knew I wanted the best for my body. I realized at that very moment that... this body...this weird shell, is me. I needed to do something about it. I knew I only wanted the best for myself.
I had an internal talk with myself. Something I find very important to this day. Some people may find it strange to talk with themselves. However, it’s helped me tremendously. I told myself to just buckle the fuck down and get to work. No more bullshit. GET TO WORK!
I started with the boxing bag. I would go 4 rounds of 3mins each and I would be fucking gassed. Boxing ain’t no joke and I was hopping into this with no conditioning. Eventually, I got my cardio and endurance up. I started to last 6 rounds, then 8, then 12. Then I started to see the pounds drop on the scale. I just kept making the next workout better than the last. I just kept upping that time and intensity. I also had a stationary bike at the time and I would do circuit rounds on and off with the punching bag. I was a huge fan of UFC and MMA in general.
I then gained the confidence to join a gym. This was maybe around March of 2019. It took me a while. I was getting good workouts in my basement. By this time, I had barbells, kettlebells, dumbbells. So I had the equipment. I was still losing weight by this time. However I wanted to start gaining more muscle. I learned quickly that fat loss and muscle growth are complete enemies of each other. So I stuck with high rep, lower weight at the gym.
I’m currently recovering from a drunk scooter accident, I know, very manly. Not my proudest moment. I tore both meniscus and my ACL. My knee is about 80% there. I was able to focus a lot of upper body during my recovery time of my lower extremities. I have just recently upped my calories from around a 1750Cals/Day diet to a 3000Cals/Day diet. I am now on my next journey of gaining mass. Putting it back on the healthy way.
The journey is far from over, but so far I stuck to my word and it feels damn amazing. I’m half the man I used to be and now I’m on my journey to gaining muscle. If you made it this far in the read, thank you. I felt like I could’ve said more, but I wasn’t sure if people would be interested.
Stay safe, and love the journey!
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source https://www.reddit.com/r/loseit/comments/he6ryk/lost_447_of_my_total_body_weight_in_2_years_i/
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