I've spent the last 3 months focusing on carefully reading stronglifts, vertical jump bible and a Croatian powerlifting forum, experimenting with my daily calorie intake, working on my form in various lifts and doing my best to form a home gym. Up until recently I had nothing to work with except 2 dumbbells. Now I have a steel bar with weights up to 120kg (I'm counting that the bar weighs 5kg, prolly around 7 though, but it's easy for me to calculate with 5, and doesn't make much difference, and yes, it's not a regular olympic bar, but still very safe and solid) (I got 4 pieces of plates 15,10,5,2.5,1.75,1.25,0.75kg, planning on making a 25-30kg one) and finally got a homemade power rack for squats yesterday afternoon. I'm expecting to install a pullup bar sometime this week. Being able to do squats with real heavy weights makes me feel confident I can make it. A home gym is being planned atm (lots of work to be done, but it's gonna look awesome and I'm gonna share pictures of it sometime in the future), but for now I'm working out in my room
I could go on and on with some pathetic crap about how dunking that ball down is something I need to do to redeem the past, get my selfconfidence and manhood back, prove something to myself and the world, you know, the stuff you usually hear in the movies. The naked truth is that, yes, I want to feel the thrill of flying again, and this time true flying, but that's only a scratch of the surface. What I really do want is taking responsibility for my actions and sticking to decisions I make, building a strong will and solid foundations for a quality life. I don't want to wake up one day in my late 30s with a giant beer belly, watching kids playing football on TV and asking myself where did my youth go.


