Alexanderr
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BEACH PARTIES, BIKINI CHICKS, AND SUMMER HITS BLASTING. THE GOLDEN HOUR LIGHT HITTING JUST RIGHT.
SUMMER IS LITERALLY KNOCKING ON THE DOOR AND WHAT AM I? 10-12%? Shredded abs popping in the mirror? Vascular, hollow cheeks, sharp jawline ready to slice glass?
HELL NO.
I stepped on the scale last week like a brave warrior facing the gallows and it slapped me with 96KG.
NINETY-SIX.
Two months ago I was sitting pretty at 85KG (6'2 for the height autists asking). A whole 11 kilos of pure regret appeared out of nowhere. What the fuck happened, bros?
I’ll tell you exactly what happened so you don’t make the same suicidal mistake:
I went off my Retatrutide.
Why? Because I’m a fucking idiot. My last dose was running low and I got lazy. “I’ll just order more tomorrow,” I told myself. Famous last words. That “tomorrow” turned into months, including two weeks of vacation in the sun.
Big mistake. Less gym. More food. More “vacation mode.” More “one more plate won’t hurt.”
And then the real horror hit.
When you hop off a GLP-1, your appetite doesn’t just come back. It comes back possessed.
It returns like a vengeful ex that learned jiu-jitsu and wants to destroy your life. I was eating like a fucking starving hyena. Finish a meal and immediately start scanning the room for the next victim. I started shitting twice a day — way more than usual. That’s when I knew shit had gone nuclear.
A week after seeing the scale, I naively thought it didn’t show much on my face. You know how it is with weight gain — it sneaks up on you because you see yourself every day. So I took a side profile pic for “science”...
Bro… I looked like a fat, disgruntled potato that gave up on life. Double chin starting to hatch. Face looking bloated and hopeless. The kind of guy girls politely smile at before swiping left into oblivion.
Right before summer. In public. I walked around like this.
I immediately ran to the fridge, mixed a new shot with shaking hands like a junkie who just found his last vein, and slammed it. New vials already ordered.
I’m not going down like this, bros. Not this summer.
This 96kg abomination ends today. I refuse to be the fat friend in the group photos. Lean summer or death.
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