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I like the post topic because I started trying to think back on why I don't give a **** about my physique even when it was actually pretty good, as this is a somewhat unusual view on the issue. Usually people with good physiques have some degree of pride in it, but for me it was just what it was.
So I was thinking and I figure it goes back to when I was in high school. I had a delayed growth spurt, like seriously delayed. I didn't even hit my growth spurt until 16-17.
I was about 5' even when I was a freshman, and about 5'4 on my sixteenth birthday. I didn't hit 145 lbs until my senior year in highschool in football, even though I played defensive line (I've always been strong for my size).
But I didn't hit my full height until I was about 20 (5'10) and then al lof a sudden, after years and years of trying to bulk up for football and never gaining a pound, I magically jumped to about 185 (this was what I weighed when I had a six pack) but nobody could tell that was my weight. They always guessed I was in the 165-175 range.
So for me, I was just happy not to be a tiny little bastard anymore. I didn't care about what I looked like as much as I cared about not being small (My father is a huge man and always was a huge man. He's only 6' tall, but his frame is massive. So big that there is a picture of him standing next to Dan Hampton of the Bears from back when he was younger and he actually looks broader and wider in the shoulders than Hampton does in it)
So for me, being small was bad, but being big (not fat) was good. Once I reached a size that could place me as a failry big guy for my height, I was perfectly content. The physique was never a consideration.
Now I weigh 210, but most people are always shocked when I tell them because I'm not fat. I still wear the "athletic cut" suits even now, so I guess I got nothing to complain about. :mrgreen:
So I was thinking and I figure it goes back to when I was in high school. I had a delayed growth spurt, like seriously delayed. I didn't even hit my growth spurt until 16-17.
I was about 5' even when I was a freshman, and about 5'4 on my sixteenth birthday. I didn't hit 145 lbs until my senior year in highschool in football, even though I played defensive line (I've always been strong for my size).
But I didn't hit my full height until I was about 20 (5'10) and then al lof a sudden, after years and years of trying to bulk up for football and never gaining a pound, I magically jumped to about 185 (this was what I weighed when I had a six pack) but nobody could tell that was my weight. They always guessed I was in the 165-175 range.
So for me, I was just happy not to be a tiny little bastard anymore. I didn't care about what I looked like as much as I cared about not being small (My father is a huge man and always was a huge man. He's only 6' tall, but his frame is massive. So big that there is a picture of him standing next to Dan Hampton of the Bears from back when he was younger and he actually looks broader and wider in the shoulders than Hampton does in it)
So for me, being small was bad, but being big (not fat) was good. Once I reached a size that could place me as a failry big guy for my height, I was perfectly content. The physique was never a consideration.
Now I weigh 210, but most people are always shocked when I tell them because I'm not fat. I still wear the "athletic cut" suits even now, so I guess I got nothing to complain about. :mrgreen: