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re: BRos. How long does it take you to get Moderately Swole?
Posted on 1/15/14 at 11:36 am to Tiger Ryno
Posted on 1/15/14 at 11:36 am to Tiger Ryno
quote:
no creatine, no roids, but pounding the weights hard constantly and eating correctly
Sounds like you're wasting 8-10 weeks. Try the above solutions.
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Posted on 1/15/14 at 11:36 am to Legendary0903
tried gomad diet? That shite will pack it on you. I PROMISE
Posted on 1/15/14 at 11:37 am to bbrou33
quote:
But what about cutting up?
Use a 5x5 to pack on muscle and diet to cut up.
quote:
Simply burning body fat, maintaining LBM or adding some, while getting stronger?
I would do a 5x5, or other starter program, and watch the diet. It is very hard to get strong when you are dieting.
Posted on 1/15/14 at 11:39 am to deNYEd
Never heard of it... but I will look into it.
I get tired of eating now. Havent felt hungry in months haha
I get tired of eating now. Havent felt hungry in months haha
Posted on 1/15/14 at 11:44 am to DanTiger
Lost 20+ lbs between June and Sept doing Intermittent fasting (eating clean of course) and lifting heavy and hard. Brought in PSMF the last ten days and got shredded.
Eating right is no problem for me. Nor is getting in the gym. Just looking for different ways of achieving my goals.
Eating right is no problem for me. Nor is getting in the gym. Just looking for different ways of achieving my goals.
Posted on 1/15/14 at 11:44 am to Legendary0903
quote:
Never heard of it... but I will look into it.
He means drink a gallon of milk a day.
Posted on 1/15/14 at 11:46 am to DanTiger
swole is not a real word
Posted on 1/15/14 at 11:49 am to DanTiger
I probably drink about gallon every two to three days. A gallon of milk a day sounds gross.
Posted on 1/15/14 at 11:49 am to JEAUXBLEAUX
quote:
swole is not a real word
Neither is bleaux
Posted on 1/15/14 at 11:50 am to Tiger Ryno
Posted on 1/15/14 at 11:50 am to JEAUXBLEAUX
quote:
swole is not a real word
You don't say.....
Posted on 1/15/14 at 12:00 pm to Legendary0903
Start with a half and work your way up. I was drinking gallon a day by day 3 with no issues or stomach problems. I gained around 15lbs first 2 weeks. I was blowing up. Then i dislocated and separated shoulder and haven't worked out in over a year. I'm in middle of week long detox/cleanse and then starting fresh on monday.
Posted on 1/15/14 at 12:57 pm to deNYEd
did you have to have surgery? you gained 15 lbs of muscle by drinking a gallon of milk per day?
Posted on 1/15/14 at 12:59 pm to Tiger Ryno
dont put words in my mouth brohom. I gained 15lbs and no VISIBLE FAT gain. My body composition APPEARED the same
I swear I have some freak genetics and abilities. My body reacts immediately and strongly to working out. I think that is why I'm so lazy about doing anything. The fact that i can accomplish my goals so quickly makes me procrastinate hard
I swear I have some freak genetics and abilities. My body reacts immediately and strongly to working out. I think that is why I'm so lazy about doing anything. The fact that i can accomplish my goals so quickly makes me procrastinate hard
This post was edited on 1/15/14 at 1:03 pm
Posted on 1/15/14 at 1:14 pm to DanTiger
quote:
The best thing to pack on pounds is to consume one gallon of whole milk every day as it is liquid, full of protein and calories, and easy to consume.
Did this with chocolate milk to make it easier in college. A gallon was also just 2.50.
aint doing it nowThis post was edited on 1/15/14 at 1:16 pm
Posted on 1/15/14 at 1:15 pm to JPLIII
quote:
The 5 or 6 days I was lifting was generally one body part at a time, and I tried to space out workouts that worked out similar body parts. Like, I wouldn't work bi's one day then back the next...I'd work chest, or legs in between.
My 6 day week rotation:
Mon: Chest
Tues: Back
Wed: Delts
Thur: Biceps
Fri: Legs
Sat: Triceps
Repeat
Posted on 1/15/14 at 1:45 pm to Tiger Ryno
Did someone say Swole??
Each spring, I throw a huge bash at my mansion. Only bodybuilders and cardio bunnies are allowed to attend, and they are flown in from all over the world to be there. This year, I was determined to make it the most legendary of them all, and I think it’s safe to say I succeeded.
I called up ON Whey and had them bring in two dumptrucks full of protein powder, which was dumped on my front yard. Also, I called up a supplement company in Ukraine, makers of a top secret creatine which is 700% more volumizing than creatine monohydrate.
Each bodybuilder who showed up was required to bring with him a minimum of 10 cardio bunnies. I sent my girlfriend out of town with her friends for the weekend.
The party was a huge success. I was sick of going out to the club and seeing AFC’s in Abercrombie tshirts and flip flops with 12 inch biceps peeking out. No, this was different. Everyone was sledding down the mountains of whey and having a good time. Lex gave me a thumbs up before crushing up some ZMA pills and snorting them off a random cardio bunny’s tits.
I lat flared it over to the bar area (I hired a bartender for the night’s festivities) “Creatine and vodka, on the rocks” I snarled at him. He reached under the bar and pulled out a jar of CELL-TECH. I grabbed him by the shirt. “I want the good stuff. Get that **** out of here.”
At this point I was approached by a smokin hot cardio bunny. “Doc-tor Swole, I presume” she said in an Eastern European accent. “I hear you are zee Alpha Male, no?
Me: “You heard correctly.”
CB: “I am so very thirsty. Vould you get me a drink?”
Now, any AFC off the street would have fallen for this, but not Doctor Swole. I knew her game; there’s very few of them in the world but it was obvious I was dealing with an Alpha Female, very rare (less than .001% of human females are Alpha Females). This was obviously a **** test.
Me: “Get it yourself. I’ve got a party to attend to.” I walked away from her and climbed into the hot tub with another group of 7 or 8 cardio bunnies, who proceeded to feel on my 18 inch pythons. The Alpha Female, after getting her beverage, joined me in the jacuzzi.
CB: “You have zee big arms, Doctor Svole.”
Me: “Pretty big jugs you got yourself, cupcake.”
CB: “Aye. I hate zis music. Vould you mind going to zee DJ and requesting a change for me?”
I raised my eyebrow. A second **** test? I really was dealing with an Alpha Female. “You don’t like the f**kin music, go ask yourself. What do I look like, a f**kin AFC here?” I snarled at her.
About a half hour later, she approached again. “Doctor Svole, I vant to get it on now. Meet me in zee upstairs bedroom and you can put it in my arse.”
To your AFC off the street, he would jump at the opportunity. But I could see this was a THIRD **** test, and a very good one at that, which can be executed only by Alpha Females.
I pulled her close to me and spoke right into her face, close enough that she could smell the natty PB and tuna fish on my breath. “Look. If I give you the pleasure of sleeping with me, its gonna be on my terms, when I want it, how I want it, what positions I want it. Got that?”
She jumped into my arms. “Amazing! You are the first to pass all three of my **** tests. **** me, Doctor Svole!” We went at it for about an hour in the pool house.
CB: Doctor Svole. We are perfect for each other. Alpha Male, Alpha Female, it’s a match made in heaven! Let’s get married and have children!
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This supposed Alpha Female had turned AFC within a matter of minutes. “What do you want from me? Diamond earrings? A gold ring that says ‘Mrs. Doctor Swole’?”. I lit up a cigar. “You want a minivan so we can pick up the kids at soccer practice, take ‘em to Denny’s? You’re looking in the wrong place, cupcake.”
CB: But Doctor Svole, I love you!
I took a puff of my cigar. “Look baby. We’re different people. You want a white picket fence and a garden, I want wife beaters, cardio bunnies, fast cars, big pythons, crowbars. It wouldn’t work.”
I threw on my aviators and flared my lats.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a party to attend to.” I walked back to the party while she sobbed softly in the pool house.
Each spring, I throw a huge bash at my mansion. Only bodybuilders and cardio bunnies are allowed to attend, and they are flown in from all over the world to be there. This year, I was determined to make it the most legendary of them all, and I think it’s safe to say I succeeded.
I called up ON Whey and had them bring in two dumptrucks full of protein powder, which was dumped on my front yard. Also, I called up a supplement company in Ukraine, makers of a top secret creatine which is 700% more volumizing than creatine monohydrate.
Each bodybuilder who showed up was required to bring with him a minimum of 10 cardio bunnies. I sent my girlfriend out of town with her friends for the weekend.
The party was a huge success. I was sick of going out to the club and seeing AFC’s in Abercrombie tshirts and flip flops with 12 inch biceps peeking out. No, this was different. Everyone was sledding down the mountains of whey and having a good time. Lex gave me a thumbs up before crushing up some ZMA pills and snorting them off a random cardio bunny’s tits.
I lat flared it over to the bar area (I hired a bartender for the night’s festivities) “Creatine and vodka, on the rocks” I snarled at him. He reached under the bar and pulled out a jar of CELL-TECH. I grabbed him by the shirt. “I want the good stuff. Get that **** out of here.”
At this point I was approached by a smokin hot cardio bunny. “Doc-tor Swole, I presume” she said in an Eastern European accent. “I hear you are zee Alpha Male, no?
Me: “You heard correctly.”
CB: “I am so very thirsty. Vould you get me a drink?”
Now, any AFC off the street would have fallen for this, but not Doctor Swole. I knew her game; there’s very few of them in the world but it was obvious I was dealing with an Alpha Female, very rare (less than .001% of human females are Alpha Females). This was obviously a **** test.
Me: “Get it yourself. I’ve got a party to attend to.” I walked away from her and climbed into the hot tub with another group of 7 or 8 cardio bunnies, who proceeded to feel on my 18 inch pythons. The Alpha Female, after getting her beverage, joined me in the jacuzzi.
CB: “You have zee big arms, Doctor Svole.”
Me: “Pretty big jugs you got yourself, cupcake.”
CB: “Aye. I hate zis music. Vould you mind going to zee DJ and requesting a change for me?”
I raised my eyebrow. A second **** test? I really was dealing with an Alpha Female. “You don’t like the f**kin music, go ask yourself. What do I look like, a f**kin AFC here?” I snarled at her.
About a half hour later, she approached again. “Doctor Svole, I vant to get it on now. Meet me in zee upstairs bedroom and you can put it in my arse.”
To your AFC off the street, he would jump at the opportunity. But I could see this was a THIRD **** test, and a very good one at that, which can be executed only by Alpha Females.
I pulled her close to me and spoke right into her face, close enough that she could smell the natty PB and tuna fish on my breath. “Look. If I give you the pleasure of sleeping with me, its gonna be on my terms, when I want it, how I want it, what positions I want it. Got that?”
She jumped into my arms. “Amazing! You are the first to pass all three of my **** tests. **** me, Doctor Svole!” We went at it for about an hour in the pool house.
CB: Doctor Svole. We are perfect for each other. Alpha Male, Alpha Female, it’s a match made in heaven! Let’s get married and have children!
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This supposed Alpha Female had turned AFC within a matter of minutes. “What do you want from me? Diamond earrings? A gold ring that says ‘Mrs. Doctor Swole’?”. I lit up a cigar. “You want a minivan so we can pick up the kids at soccer practice, take ‘em to Denny’s? You’re looking in the wrong place, cupcake.”
CB: But Doctor Svole, I love you!
I took a puff of my cigar. “Look baby. We’re different people. You want a white picket fence and a garden, I want wife beaters, cardio bunnies, fast cars, big pythons, crowbars. It wouldn’t work.”
I threw on my aviators and flared my lats.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a party to attend to.” I walked back to the party while she sobbed softly in the pool house.
This post was edited on 1/15/14 at 1:47 pm
Posted on 1/15/14 at 3:03 pm to LSUAlum2001
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LSUAlum2001
WTF was that? I'm sure it was in another thread but WTF
Posted on 1/15/14 at 3:39 pm to Hu_Flung_Pu
Each spring, I throw a huge bash at my mansion. Only bodybuilders and cardio bunnies are allowed to attend, and they are flown in from all over the world to be there. This year, I was determined to make it the most legendary of them all, and I think it’s safe to say I succeeded.
I called up ON Whey and had them bring in two dumptrucks full of protein powder, which was dumped on my front yard. Also, I called up a supplement company in Ukraine, makers of a top secret creatine which is 700% more volumizing than creatine monohydrate.
Each bodybuilder who showed up was required to bring with him a minimum of 10 cardio bunnies. I sent my girlfriend out of town with her friends for the weekend.
The party was a huge success. I was sick of going out to the club and seeing AFC’s in Abercrombie tshirts and flip flops with 12 inch biceps peeking out. No, this was different. Everyone was sledding down the mountains of whey and having a good time. Lex gave me a thumbs up before crushing up some ZMA pills and snorting them off a random cardio bunny’s tits.
I lat flared it over to the bar area (I hired a bartender for the night’s festivities) “Creatine and vodka, on the rocks” I snarled at him. He reached under the bar and pulled out a jar of CELL-TECH. I grabbed him by the shirt. “I want the good stuff. Get that **** out of here.”
At this point I was approached by a smokin hot cardio bunny. “Doc-tor Swole, I presume” she said in an Eastern European accent. “I hear you are zee Alpha Male, no?
Me: “You heard correctly.”
CB: “I am so very thirsty. Vould you get me a drink?”
Now, any AFC off the street would have fallen for this, but not Doctor Swole. I knew her game; there’s very few of them in the world but it was obvious I was dealing with an Alpha Female, very rare (less than .001% of human females are Alpha Females). This was obviously a **** test.
Me: “Get it yourself. I’ve got a party to attend to.” I walked away from her and climbed into the hot tub with another group of 7 or 8 cardio bunnies, who proceeded to feel on my 18 inch pythons. The Alpha Female, after getting her beverage, joined me in the jacuzzi.
CB: “You have zee big arms, Doctor Svole.”
Me: “Pretty big jugs you got yourself, cupcake.”
CB: “Aye. I hate zis music. Vould you mind going to zee DJ and requesting a change for me?”
I raised my eyebrow. A second **** test? I really was dealing with an Alpha Female. “You don’t like the f**kin music, go ask yourself. What do I look like, a f**kin AFC here?” I snarled at her.
About a half hour later, she approached again. “Doctor Svole, I vant to get it on now. Meet me in zee upstairs bedroom and you can put it in my arse.”
To your AFC off the street, he would jump at the opportunity. But I could see this was a THIRD **** test, and a very good one at that, which can be executed only by Alpha Females.
I pulled her close to me and spoke right into her face, close enough that she could smell the natty PB and tuna fish on my breath. “Look. If I give you the pleasure of sleeping with me, its gonna be on my terms, when I want it, how I want it, what positions I want it. Got that?”
She jumped into my arms. “Amazing! You are the first to pass all three of my **** tests. **** me, Doctor Svole!” We went at it for about an hour in the pool house.
CB: Doctor Svole. We are perfect for each other. Alpha Male, Alpha Female, it’s a match made in heaven! Let’s get married and have children!
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This supposed Alpha Female had turned AFC within a matter of minutes. “What do you want from me? Diamond earrings? A gold ring that says ‘Mrs. Doctor Swole’?”. I lit up a cigar. “You want a minivan so we can pick up the kids at soccer practice, take ‘em to Denny’s? You’re looking in the wrong place, cupcake.”
CB: But Doctor Svole, I love you!
I took a puff of my cigar. “Look baby. We’re different people. You want a white picket fence and a garden, I want wife beaters, cardio bunnies, fast cars, big pythons, crowbars. It wouldn’t work.”
I threw on my aviators and flared my lats.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a party to attend to.” I walked back to the party while she sobbed softly in the pool house.
I called up ON Whey and had them bring in two dumptrucks full of protein powder, which was dumped on my front yard. Also, I called up a supplement company in Ukraine, makers of a top secret creatine which is 700% more volumizing than creatine monohydrate.
Each bodybuilder who showed up was required to bring with him a minimum of 10 cardio bunnies. I sent my girlfriend out of town with her friends for the weekend.
The party was a huge success. I was sick of going out to the club and seeing AFC’s in Abercrombie tshirts and flip flops with 12 inch biceps peeking out. No, this was different. Everyone was sledding down the mountains of whey and having a good time. Lex gave me a thumbs up before crushing up some ZMA pills and snorting them off a random cardio bunny’s tits.
I lat flared it over to the bar area (I hired a bartender for the night’s festivities) “Creatine and vodka, on the rocks” I snarled at him. He reached under the bar and pulled out a jar of CELL-TECH. I grabbed him by the shirt. “I want the good stuff. Get that **** out of here.”
At this point I was approached by a smokin hot cardio bunny. “Doc-tor Swole, I presume” she said in an Eastern European accent. “I hear you are zee Alpha Male, no?
Me: “You heard correctly.”
CB: “I am so very thirsty. Vould you get me a drink?”
Now, any AFC off the street would have fallen for this, but not Doctor Swole. I knew her game; there’s very few of them in the world but it was obvious I was dealing with an Alpha Female, very rare (less than .001% of human females are Alpha Females). This was obviously a **** test.
Me: “Get it yourself. I’ve got a party to attend to.” I walked away from her and climbed into the hot tub with another group of 7 or 8 cardio bunnies, who proceeded to feel on my 18 inch pythons. The Alpha Female, after getting her beverage, joined me in the jacuzzi.
CB: “You have zee big arms, Doctor Svole.”
Me: “Pretty big jugs you got yourself, cupcake.”
CB: “Aye. I hate zis music. Vould you mind going to zee DJ and requesting a change for me?”
I raised my eyebrow. A second **** test? I really was dealing with an Alpha Female. “You don’t like the f**kin music, go ask yourself. What do I look like, a f**kin AFC here?” I snarled at her.
About a half hour later, she approached again. “Doctor Svole, I vant to get it on now. Meet me in zee upstairs bedroom and you can put it in my arse.”
To your AFC off the street, he would jump at the opportunity. But I could see this was a THIRD **** test, and a very good one at that, which can be executed only by Alpha Females.
I pulled her close to me and spoke right into her face, close enough that she could smell the natty PB and tuna fish on my breath. “Look. If I give you the pleasure of sleeping with me, its gonna be on my terms, when I want it, how I want it, what positions I want it. Got that?”
She jumped into my arms. “Amazing! You are the first to pass all three of my **** tests. **** me, Doctor Svole!” We went at it for about an hour in the pool house.
CB: Doctor Svole. We are perfect for each other. Alpha Male, Alpha Female, it’s a match made in heaven! Let’s get married and have children!
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This supposed Alpha Female had turned AFC within a matter of minutes. “What do you want from me? Diamond earrings? A gold ring that says ‘Mrs. Doctor Swole’?”. I lit up a cigar. “You want a minivan so we can pick up the kids at soccer practice, take ‘em to Denny’s? You’re looking in the wrong place, cupcake.”
CB: But Doctor Svole, I love you!
I took a puff of my cigar. “Look baby. We’re different people. You want a white picket fence and a garden, I want wife beaters, cardio bunnies, fast cars, big pythons, crowbars. It wouldn’t work.”
I threw on my aviators and flared my lats.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a party to attend to.” I walked back to the party while she sobbed softly in the pool house.
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