Gerardo DeLeon’s BodyBlog

Damn I cant wait, ofcourse the first thing I wanted to build in the back was a pavilion for my weights!! Mabe I can get my 2 little girls into lifting, keep me from later on in life beating up one of there boyfreinds. I have never owned a house before, just rented for a long while, money down the drain. And most decent complex’s have a halfass gym, if you can call it that the least, mine doesn’t.

On another note, my lifts have been great!! X-reps and very slow eccentric movements have done wonders for my body. I started taking creatine after cycling off for a month, damn it feels good.

Its different when you have kids, it makes you grow into a better man. Accepting more responsibility forces you to change, for the better I would think. I have a little girl, and another little girl on they way to this world. I would die for them… I would die for them, something I havent said to another human being all my life. Puts a perspective on life when your willing to give your life for 2 little girls.

You realize its not just about you anymore, you are working for your family. Being a good, respectible strong father and husband. Both mentally and physically. I like that feeling, my little ones looking up to me, watching to see what I do, how I react to certain situations. Mabe I’m just crazy, or different.

Having your own children changes you, some a little, some a lot, in due time. I always like to think its for the better. I will take what God has given me and make d*mn sure I make the best with what I have.

I work around a bunch of suites and desk jockeys. Sometimes me or my crew have to do labor for them, exp., moving large objects, rolls of 75lb cables, batteries etc. The thing I don’t get is why some of em are just plain *******s. I mean, you called me to help your lazy ass, and then your going to just look at me like I punched you in the face after I help you.

My company just had a meeting with everyone, afterwards we had catered food. I helped set tables and chairs in an empty room so everyone could eat. Only when we were done setting up, the people just stormed in with their food acting like they had never eaten. And me and my crew wait in line, seemed it would of been decent enough to let us get our food first. I mean, these suites and desk jockys sit all day, they need this much food to….sit some more.

And get this, I am lifting in the afternoon outside jamming pantera. And one of the guys that gave me a "Im better than you look" has the nerve to ask me to teach him how to lift and work him out. I almost said eat shit, but realized I aint no better than him telling him off. So I showed him a couple of pointers, told him what to eat and all that. It felt good not to be pissed off and help.

Don’t know why it happens with us roughnecks, getting stares and comments about my workboots. Not all people are like this though, mabe if we had less judging of an individual we could live and function better, and hell, mabe Im full a shit.

I wonder how many bodybuilders owe their success to being tormented at a young age. Putting on them extra plates in the gym, blasting out reps grunting like a madman thinking of your past.  Or hell, just someone that just pissed you off royally today. I can’t help it but think these thoughts, or put negative ones in my head to enrage me enough to wanna punch a hole in my f*cking office when I throw my iron.  Told some people, freinds I guess, of my technique before while and before I lift. They said let it go, that I’m crazy, it will eventually eat me up inside. Sometimes I want to, and most of the time I welcome it cause I know I will have a killer workout. F*ck happy thoughts while lifting, as long as I can control my hate, I can use it to my advantage. I can’t help but worry how this will affect my family in the long run, how it can affect me If I dwell on things from the past and use them as pure fuel.  I can’t let it leak out from my weight lifting, Ive seen that sh*t happen, f*ck… mabe I am crazy

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