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"I come in peace. I didn’t bring artillery. But I’m pleading with you, with tears in my eyes: If you fuck with me, I’ll kill you all."

-General James "Mad Dog" Mattis







Current Training:

20 EMOM 6X20 Handstand Pushups

Boxing Training: 3x3 minutes Heavybag
                                3x2 minutes Speedbag

More fucking Handstand Pushups







Little in the way of dieting.

I'd attempted the Keto Diet and lasted 3 days before I wanted to slit my throat with a rusty butter knife.

Some bodybuilders crafted incredible physiques on a diet of Steak, Eggs and Cottage Cheese, while others ate nominal amounts of carbohydrates and kept their protein high.

Oatmeal, egg whites, brown rice, and grilled chicken were the staples here.

This shit is basic.

But not easy.

Prioritize protein, choose compound movements over single joint ones, and train 4-5 times a week.

I'll see you there.

XCII


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