February 2015, my body was thinner than an Alolan Exeggutor. I was 6'1 and only 115 lbs. I'm not sure how I was living being this skinny. And to be honest, I probably wasn't. I was the butt of so many jokes in high school (such as how I looked like a holocaust victim) because of how weak I was. I wasn't athletic, I wasn't confident in my body, and I sure as hell wasn't confident in myself. I never realized how tired I was or how little energy I had because I was so used to being a skeleton.
I decided to make a change after seeing a fair maiden in my Physics class. I knew I needed to make a change in my life if I wanted even a chance at attracting a girl I liked. Before this point, I never really considered relationships at all, mostly because I didn't think anyone could ever like me. At first, I mostly focused on playing tennis (which ended up helping me gain 7 or so lbs after 4 months), becoming more confident in my daily life by interacting with new people, etc... but over the summer, I started to dabble in "weightlifting" (quotes cuz... what I was doing wasn't fucking weightlifting lmfao.). All I was doing was some pushups, situps, cheat dumbbell curls, and some miscellaneous ab exercises every day for 60 days. Now this was all a load of bullshit, but since I didn't really do anything before, I actually gained about 3 or so lbs over the summer. I actually got a faint hint of abs too cuz... I was a skeleton. I was so proud of my accomplishments, but crushed when I went to school senior year and everyone kept calling me skinny. My brother, who used to be a personal trainer (unfortunately, he moved on w/ that part of his life and was very busy), showed me some basic dumbbell lifts like bent over rows, presses, shoulder raises, etc. that I could do at home. Over the next 3 months, I gained another 5 or so pounds and stalled.
November 2015, my brother decided to take me to the gym and show me how to bench press, deadlift, pullup, and a couple of other lifts (forget about barbell squats... I could barely do fucking bodyweight squats.). It was humiliating to see how weak I was. I could barely bench the empty bar. I started out deadlifting 65 lbs (this gym had massive 10 lb plates). I could barely do 3 half pullups. It humbled me and made me realize... I was a weak motherfucker and wasn't really weightlifting this whole time.
I got an actual gym membership in December 2015. The next chapter of my "weightlifting" life was from December 2015 to June 2015. I ended up gaining about 12 pounds or so bringing me up to ~142 lbs. I felt a lot better about myself, and I even got my deadlift max up to 265 lbs... but I was still very skinny (decent abs though!). As for my bench press... I stalled at an embarrassingly low number. I wasn't eating enough to really build up my strength, and I definitely wasn't pushing myself hard enough on the bench press.
Unfortunately, there was about a month break in the summer where the closest gym was a really small planet fitness 30 minutes away, so I just didn't train. I ended up going down to about 136 lbs over this time. I don't think I lost much mass, but it definitely didn't help.
Now, you guys must be wondering how I wasn't gaining much weight at all despite going to the gym 2-3 times a week. Well, first, it was because I wasn't training each body part enough, but more importantly, it was because I just plain didn't eat enough. 3,000 calories was just not enough for somebody of my body. But it was so hard to eat more because my body physically had issues eating this much food, and I also didn't want to lose the only somewhat aesthetic body part I had - my six pack.
I trained every day when I got to college. I only missed about 18 days total from August 2016 - December 2016 (and 16 of those days were due to a variety of really really unfortunate circumstances n November - 1 week break, 5 days gym renovation - 4 days rest period cuz my shoulder felt funky, all happening literally consecutively). Went from about 138 to 148 lbs in this time, with some fairly noticeable gains. However, I still wasn't eating enough to properly make gains, until late December. I slowly realized that I just needed to eat as much food as possible. I started eating 3 peanut butter sandwiches a day because they were easy calories w/ good macros. I aim for 3500 calories minimum every day, and some day I end up moving towards 4000. I also started eating more nutrient dense foods like beans, chickpeas, etc. over pizza. In just 2 and a half months, I went from 148 to 158, and I feel really good about myself. Never before have I seen such fast gains, and I've been working out for a year now (w/ about 2 months of breaks inbetween). Interestingly enough, despite gaining 10 lbs in this period, my abs actually got even more defined, my veins became more prominent, etc.... which I didn't think was possible to do at this rate of weight gain.
My motivation for lifting may seem kind of silly, but honestly, I just wanted fucking compliments. After I gained basic hygiene back in February of 2015, I started getting a lot more compliments about my appearance, and it was this weird high. I fucking loved the compliments. Once I started lifting, part of my reason for lifting was I wanted people to notice the fact that I was making gains. I wanted people to see the hard work I put in the gym and be proud, or inspired. I wanted to feel valued. After so much time, I am finally starting to get the compliments I desired so much (from people who weren't just my friends/family trying to encourage me haha). And it feels fucking great. People are describing me as "fit" as opposed to "skinny". People assume I am athletic as opposed to a weakling. My shirtless body actually looks fairly good now aside from my small chest (yay small waist + average size shoulders/back).
So for any of you struggling to make gains, just know that it's possible, and you're not alone. I struggled making gains for such a long time (especially in comparison to my shorter bodybuilding friends -- not to discredit them, but they could make more gains w/ eating less food) My body is very very ill-suted for lifting (very long arms, very small chest, very weak joints, etc), and after hard work and commitment, I'm starting to develop a body that is actually fairly suited for lifting. Turns out being 6'2 means you can build a very aesthetic and strong body.... it just takes a lot of fucking hard work and commitment, especially if you're literally a skeleton beforehand. But that hard work is fucking worth it, cuz people will treat you differently as a result of it. That said, I guess in some ways I am thankful for being a skeleton, cuz it means that I kick body fat's ass hard. I feel as if I gained very little body fat in this time because I've gotten much leaner. Of course, once I start getting up to 170-175, it's gonna be a lot harder to pack lean mass without gaining some fat.
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Once this semester is over (May 10), I'll grace you guys w/ the shirtless pics. ;) Aiming for 165 before then! My 4 year goal is a very lean 180 lbs ("goal" body is Ryan Reynolds, who at his "peak" was 6'3 185 lbs.)
I realize this was a tl;dr where I just kind of rambled on, but I hope that my experience may have helped motivate some people. I was fucking clueless as all hell when I first started, and it didn't help that my body was naturally a dick when it came to making gains. But I've been making gains, I will continue to make great gains for a while, and I can't wait to see what I'll look like in a couple of years.