How I Gained 50lbs And Lost 30 Lbs In 9 Months

Here’s a short story about how a few weeks of disciplined eating and a few weeks of discipline not eating at all caused a change in my body and I gain 50lbs of muscle. It’s not a diet, it’s a fitness plan. It’s an exercise plan.

Before going on this journey to weight loss, my father, also known on the internet as “The Professor,” was a bodybuilder. I would say he was better looking than me when I was about 18 years old, but let’s just say I saw some abs. But he had been through a pretty rough life. He was going through a divorce when I was 12 years old, then a divorce when I was 15, and his last few years of his life were marked with depression (the one thing he did seem to have a knack for), drug usage and physical and mental abuse. He’s still in denial about being bipolar, which explains a lot of why he’s on the internet.

And for the most part, those who have lived with him know he had serious emotional issues. He did not have to cope with much emotional stress during his years of bodybuilding. He knew he was probably not going to have any real sex life with anyone after his career ended, let alone be in a stable relationship. He was, however, a pretty good dad — I got to see him do some incredible things with his kids. He was always positive. So when I moved to the Philippines to go to school and to study nursing while also working a job in a factory, I felt like there was no one standing in the way of my dream of becoming a professional wrestler. I was a little nervous about being alone all the time, but I figured there was no harm in letting it happen.

I met John, our mutual friend, at our first day of class. We hit it off right away, and we ended up sleeping together a few nights later during my first night sleeping on campus. He did everything for me. We even built a house together and moved in together. 

But it wasn’t until I arrived in the Philippines for school that things turned up a lot. In my head, I already had a plan that I was going to start training in earnest for my first year in college in less than a year. But it wasn’t until I moved to the Philippines that things were really going to get going — not to that level, but I could see the path ahead for myself and my goals. I wasn’t expecting to be that big and strong for my first year on campus (I would have to wait till my second year to train full time), but I was expecting to get bigger and stronger.

And I did. In my third semester of college, I ended up winning my first national bodybuilding championship, an event I had never competed in. That experience helped me decide to go pro and I started training seriously in January, my second year in college. My friends and I did the first two weeks of school in a gym on campus, a really small, crappy place. My coach was like “You’re on stage now, you guys!” but in case anybody at the school could hear him, he just laughed and told us a little story. That was the only reference I got to who I was and where I came from.

That was enough for me. I was going to put my all into winning a championship, and I really wanted to be the first person the crowd voted for to be Mr. Philippine Mr. Super.  That was my goal, nothing more.

I was, and still am, so very lucky.

So, after four weeks of training and living in the dorms with about 20 of my other classmates, I won the championship. But it wasn’t that big of a deal to me anymore. Winning, or even getting close, was nothing that really mattered. I started out just wanting to try and be the best that I could and just win one time and go back to normal. Well, in my second year of college, I won a few smaller championships and I lost several others but still got to be Mr. Philippines Mr. Super.