I need inspirational stories Jow Forums. I want to hear stories of soft, cowardly, awkward men who become hard...

I need inspirational stories Jow Forums. I want to hear stories of soft, cowardly, awkward men who become hard, disciplined, tough men. Has anyone here experienced this kind of transformation?

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If this this is still up by the time I'm done editing, I'll post up a pic of my progress.

I was a fat bodied security guard, eating two whole digiorno pizzas and a thing of ice cream every night.

I decided I wanted more out of life so I metaphorically killed old me and used his corpse to build what I have now.

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me.

>grow up weak, skinnyfat fuck until around 19y/o
>mandatory military service comes up
>forced to grit my teeth and keep going
>just a month after I'm done, uni begins and I find out it's a soul-sucking job of the highest degree
>start lifting in the meantime because I remember pushups drowning out the mental strain
>start taking a liking to discomfort, physical stress
>start running
>find out about Special Forces PT standards; decide that I want to be above the minimum at the very least
>structure my life around my workouts, find all the time to finish assignments and get good grades as well as forging a decent physical build
>end of MA degree approaching, get called in for military service like every year
>this time around, I love that shit
>not a skinnyfat fuck anymore, respected by my peers and by most NCOs I come in contact with; Platoon leaders like the shit out of me; known as one of the company PT studs
>motivation, good performance, positive attitude mean a promotion is inbound, with huge pay raise to boot
>as a civilian keep working out like a madman, studying like a madman, ready to take on any challenge that I need to face
>all because one day I decided to get off my ass and work the fuck out.

Based, thanks for sharing anons

I'm not hard and disciplined, but that's how my friends see me. The guy with the impossible standards, that he somehow reaches. The guy that, when life hits hard, fights back harder and leaves all emotional baggage to be dealt with later.
At least that's what they told me.
I used to be the guy that spent weeks crying in his room, raised by a single mother, a statistic in the making.
It's a miracle.
Who cares, go squat more.

I've never posted this online anywhere before and I don't know if this will do anything for you, but I am the story of slow progress.

In 2013, I had like 60k in student loan debt and had gone three years without working (graduated in a recession). I was overweight, unhappy with myself, and had a terrible diet. I was severely depressed and had horrible anxiety.

In 2014, I took baby steps to make changes in my life. My spell of unemployment ended and I got a job at a hotel cleaning toilets for $8.50 an hour.

In 2015, I had enrolled in tech school and worked out for a solid 3 months with high intensity before going off to what would be the most challenging school program of my life.

In 2016, I took on a full time job working 60+ hours a week. I worked out when I could and kept an eye on my diet. I made major payments on student loans. I was meeting girls on the reg and had an expanding social circle of friendships.

In 2017, I took a much better job that didn't require as many hours, moved back to a rural area (which made me happy) and officially had my anxiety and depression under control.

The final two pics in 2018 are after I got serious about exercise and diet after a solid seven months of working out.

This was all done in a home gym. Now my student loan debt is roughly 30k and it'll be paid off by this time next year, I have a 8/10 QT rich nerd GF who can't get enough of me, I learned a martial art and actually got ranked in it, and spend a ton of time drawing, writing, and reading. Today I'm taking my first steps into starting at a regular gym.

I did all of this 100% naturally in home gyms without spending a ton of money on equipment.
Just remember, slow progress is still progress.

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you lost fat lol, why pretend you did some huge metaphysical shift, you just stopped pigging out on pizza

So besides the fact that guy looks amazing, there's a big difference in your quality of life when you control your diet and work out regularly.

What level of cope is this?

I did go through a "huge metaphysical shift". What do you call it when a person changes their entire outlook and behavior?

Honestly it's one of the reasons I barely check Jow Forums anymore. It's fat DYELs text sniping and dragging other people down to justify the fact that they aren't where they want to be.

Sad but true. I'm not even big and he's gotta hate-on for me.

I think you look great. Can I ask how much you flat bench and incline bench?

I haven't used a bar in awhile so I cant say for sure but I can 1max 120 dumbells.

where's that before and after pic of the dude who went from lardass soya fedora-kin to jacked thousand yard stare dovahkin

bumping for this

This thread has huge potential, bump

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>Anonymous 09/08/18(Sat)14:58:01 No.47569

Then people should comment on what's already posted.

Lmao im not fat at all, just triggered when lazy fucks pretend it's something big to just stop being a gluttonous pig, like it's some huge achievement that has to be documented

"I stopped eating 7 pizzas a day! My whole outlook changed"

lmao ok?

First, you don't know the baggage associated with the bad habit so you have no reference point to judge. Second even if "stop being a gluttonous pig" is easy, bouncing back from it certainly isn't.

You're a jelly little petty turd.

Also post body?

Yeah I'm sure you're fucking jacked.

Just ignore that retard.

/fph/ should have IQ and age requirements

180cm 83kg

what now? Also i've never been fat in my life.

You're still a gluttonous pig who just put the pizza down lol. Fucking weirdo

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Seeing your haircut, I can understand your attitude. Probably hard to get fat on food stamps.

What now? Nothing, good for you.

You are nothing and will always be nothing. I pity you for you having to pull others down in order not to feel alone in your bucket.

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>go to jail for a bar fight
>soft, scared little bitch who instantly gets made fun of and people fuck with me all of the time
>leader of the whites thinks I have potential
>start working out obsessively just to pass the time, white leader gives me advice
>spend months of time working out and people take notice, start treating me with respect
>eventually become one of the bigger guys there, get invited to help in major decisions for the dorm
>during the last week that I was there, one of the old timers says that if they gave awards out for most improved detainee, I would win

It definitely helped me get my shit together and my entire personality changed from whiny little shit who couldn't hold down a job to somebody who can actually be responsible and get shit done.

Did you just recite the Shot Caller script?

Croatian? If so, then.... radi na nogama malo (no opet dosta su dugačke, pa je zeznuto ih popuniti).

I was into martial arts and other sports growing up. Ran almost every day (the beach at sunrise is lit), lift regularly for years with my uncles weights in the garage. Rocking a Jessica Ennis Hill bod at peak performance levels. I start dating someone from the friend group, a QT 6'5" artist that plays guitar who was kinda skinny but w/e he's cool. We didn't eat together very much because of conflicting schedules, when we did we would eat out.

After a year I finally see the truth. He only ate out, 99% was fast food. He wasn't fat because he only ate one big meal once a day unless he was really stressed, then it could be 3 or 4. The 'nicer' restaurants we went to were my choice, otherwise it would have all been Taco Bell or Wendy's. This would explain why he had potty issues, headaches, and tiredness and fatigue. I try to talk to him about ti but he gets very defensive. I try to make meals at home to entice him to eat better, but he just puts it in the fridge to rot and gets some go-wraps.

After many tense discussions he does some meal prep stuff. But I find out he was just giving them to friends in class and still eating out. I confront him about this and after a long night of talking we get to the bottom of it. His mom never cooked, his whole family is fat. He grew up eating fast food and hot pockets. His parents had a 8 years long divorce and he was witness to some horrible shit involving his brother. Its all he knows, and it's his comfort.

>83kg

Lol dude you're puny as fuck. That's like 180 lbs. Just because you're cut doesn't mean you're strong. I'd beat your ass any day.

I try to be supportive and get a plan together that can work for him. Help him find a way to keep track of stuff. Talk to him about seeing a therapist for the emotional issues. But in the end it fails. He just saw it as me trying to change him into what I wanted and got very bitter about it. I said that if that's how he felt, and if this is how he wants to live, wallowing in his own shit and sitting on a thrones of t-bell wrappers then that's his business, but it will no longer be any of mine.

No contact for about 8 months.

Out of the blue he messages me and sends me some fitness articles and asks me what I think of them. Then he asks me tips on protein powders and routines. We don't talk about anything else for a couple of months.

He finally tells me that breaking up with him was the best thing someone has ever done for him. That everyone else just enabled him so that they wouldn't have their own bullshit confronted. He's going to the gym and seeing a therapist. He's talking to his brother about seeing one too and has worked with his mom so that they can both learn how to cook.

He's gonna make it.

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The fact that you need these stories shows that you're not gonna make it

height/roids?

Let these be a very valuable lesson to you op:

Talk is so fucking cheap. This douchebag runs his mouth about how nobody here is as fit as he is, and then he posts a pic where he has virtually no mass and admits he weighs < 185 lbs. He's cut, but that's ironically only part of the battle if you're trying to lose weight in the first place. If anything, the dude needs to bulk (and get an attitude adjustment).

The moral of the story is that everybody thinks they know everything.

>Grew up in rural town
>Abused by grandparents and always belittled by father. Counselor later told me he thinks my dad has narcisstic personality disorder
>Grew up fat as fuck, weighed 140 kg by 18. Coped abuse with food.
>Enroll into university, I'm europoor so it doesn't cost much
>Fucking hated myself
>Roll into depression because no friends in new city, no self-esteem, no self worth and isolated
>Start lifting to try to cure depression
>It helped a bit and slowly lost the weight
>Still depressed and a beta pussy bitch
>Turned to weed and booze to cope with self worth issues and past instead of food
>Drop out of uni because I was weak willed
>BEcome homeless because why the fuck not right
>Lost all the weight but got into a bad crowd and got addicted to heroin
>Had jobs and housing on and off for a year because I still had no discipline.
>Get a decent job and manage to keep it for long enough to get a decent appartment
>Heroin abuse became rampant because of a cozy place to live and a steady income
>One day wake up only thinking about heroin. Lost the job 2 weeks before and did nothing but spend all my savings on heroin
>Holy shit I need help Call doctor and local drugabuse counsellor
>Get on methadone, slowly weening off it
>Get the odd job here and there and manage to get enough money to get by and rent an appartment
>About to become homeless again ffs and 2 weeks before I get evicted I get an internal intestine rotation. Decide to let it kill me and do nothing about it because I was a weak ass shit cunt.
>Dropped from 75 kg to 58, goodbye gains
>SO weak I couldn't even go down a 2 story building without a break
>Will to live kicks in. Decide if I go to the hospital now I have to fucking get my shit together. I either die pathetic now or live life to the fullest.
>Go to the hospital
>Got a 2 week extend on eviction
>Come out of hospital literally had to recover for 4 weeks

Cont.

>No fucking timeto recover, got the get my shit together
>BEcome fucking homeless again but fuck that, that ain't stopping me
>Get a ft job the next day and a part time job in the weekends
>Live in a literal crackhouse
>Never late at work, never miss the gym (mainly because I needed it to shower kek)
>Need shekels to get my life properly started
>Live like this for 3 months
>Rent a nice, clean, good appartment this time in a new city
>Get a job as a cook working 50 hours making mad dough
>Have a very good work ethic and get promoted several times in 6 months
>New city doesn't know my degeneracy so I just acted like I'm chad, it worked
>ffw another 4 months to now
>Got a paycheck I can't spend. Very, very close to hitting 1/2/3/4 and got 3 girls on rotation. Clean for over a year now


No this isn't fiction or a larp it's me that was a weak ass fuck individual that hated himself and blamed the world for his own faults. I accepted it was all my responsibility, that it was my duty and choice if I wanted to have a happy ending to my story. Got to go to bed now because want to lift in the morning tomorrow and got work after that but will reply to your post when I eat breakfast.


If I can make it, everyone can.

No roids. 5'6 hobbit. I lift for the shire.

I'm going to remember this story for the rest of my life. Thanks for sharing.

Godspeed user I won't forget this story and will use it as fuel to get built thanks bro

Good story user, make sure you put your money into an investment of sorts.