Slightly serious - I am transgender, and embarking on my path to becoming a woman. I've spent many a night in the temple, putting muscle on to maintain a lie I'd told myself for years and years. My physique is unquestionably masculine. Unfortunately, in my quest to attain the feminine body I want, I must first lose it all. My diet is dropping down to almost 1000 calories a day, and I'll be performing 45-60 minutes of low intensity cardio daily, along with very light lifting. Along with hormones and fasting, I'll be losing most of my heavenly gains. I know what it's like to make sacrifices in order to change your body: the weeks on end of baked chicken, shakes, and squats. However, this will be the most trying change I'll ever have to make (but I know that it'll be okay, because we're all gonna make it, brah). I hope to come out on the other side well, and eventually join you all again as a humbled swolemaiden. Sorry if this post is a little bit too serious for this sub, but I figured some of you guys might understand.

EDIT: Wow. Thank you, all of you. I see that as accepting you were of me as a brother, so too shall you accept me as a sister. I'll be among you again soon. Until then, the joyous tears your responses brought me will be shaken in to my final protein shake as a testament to lost gains.

Wheymen.

EDIT 2: This post got swole. Let me answer some questions!

• My diet is a form of a PSMF, check it out at /r/psmf ! I'll be eating 1000-1200 during the week and closer to 1700 on the weekends. It's very carefully calculated and strict, and I have the discipline to follow it.

• I'm not conforming to the 'petite lady' standard. My ideal body is much slimmer than my current build, and also happens to be the other gender. I've always felt that way but went in the opposite direction to push it down. I'll become a hardbody, no worries.

• Broki's agents abound, swolefamily. Beware.

EDIT TRIPLE: Reddit's official podcast did an episode about THIS VERY POST - not about me, but about you; all of you. Thanks. Also, Alexis has a dreamy voice.

http://www.reddit.com/r/Upvoted/comments/2zm20y/episode_10_from_swole_of_body_to_swole_at_heart/

APRIL FUCKING FOOLS. EVERYDAY IS LEG DAY, MOTHERFUCKER.

Praise Brodin!

Be 16, 125 pounds. Be scrawny, socially awkward, and consistently bullied. Hate people. Join a gym so you can get huge and fight the people you hate. Be shocked by the openness and kindness of the veterans there. Take their advice and slowly start to grow.

Be 19, 180 pounds. Be built, confident, and ready for college. Work out every chance you get. Be driven in your studies for reasons unbeknownst to you. Be determined to make the most of every opportunity you have. Reach a new level of self esteem, and make many mistakes in your arrogance. Realize that girls love your body and feel your ego swell as they say you don't look like a freshman. Hook up with many of them. Believe that this is the greatest time of your life, but deep down feel ashamed of yourself.

Be 24, 205 pounds. Be a monument of physical fitness. Hit the ground running in your career and have an inexhaustible ambition. Assume that since you made yourself big physically, that you want to be big in life. Go to your new gym and see the scared teens just starting on their journey. Accept them into your world and teach them everything you know. Grow tired of women who only want your body, and wish for a woman who wants you for your mind and spirit. Be blessed by the luck of the gods and find your soulmate.

Be 26, 210 pounds. Have two young children and a wonderful wife. Be happier than you have ever been. Be diagnosed with a disease that will cause your body to wither away to nothing. Cry until you can't cry anymore.

Be 32, 120 pounds. Be finally free of your disease after having fought like an animal for years. Be a god in your profession, for you needed another challenge to best. Be immune to the depressing effects of losing what you once loved second to only your family. Be okay again.

Be 33, 135 pounds. Stand once again at the doors of your gym, and for the first time in years walk inside. Be greeted instantly by the kids you once taught. Be amazed at how they've grown, how they are in better shape than you ever were. Be bombarded by stories of their success, their careers, their education, and their families. Fight back tears of joy. Let them spot you.

Be 41, 180 pounds. Be once again a gym regular. Be a proud father and husband. Be more successful in your career than you ever could have dreamed. Be proud when your children see pictures of you at your peak. Talk to them when they ask you about it. But you don't tell them about how big you were or what you could lift. The word "pounds" never crosses your lips. Instead tell them of how the gym and the people there taught you kindness, acceptance, determination, discipline, joy, confidence, commitment, ambition, and perseverance. Because getting big is never what changed you. Tell them of how you became a lifter.

First they came for the fatshamers, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a fatshamer.

Then they came for the HAEShaters, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a HAEShater.

Then they came for the dadbodshamers, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a dadbodshamer.

Then they came for my whey—and there was no one left to speak for me.

I'm not greedy, I don't need to be unbelievably jacked like late 70s Mr Olympia Arnold, I just wanna look like conan the barbarian Arnold. Is that too much to ask?

Edit: one up vote = one prayerONE MORE REP

One comment = 10 MORE POUNDS

My excitement turned to terror as I opened the door and saw only chairs, a television, and some magazines.

What kind of sick joke is this?

because I have to go out and look for a new apartment today. I should be back on after my evening prayer.

~

I type this many moons after you, my fellow children of Brodin, chose to honor me with not one, but two posts on the top 10 of all time here. And indeed, it is for this reason that I have held on to this account far longer than I ever should have, considering my desire for complete internet anonymity. But all things must come to pass. Rest assured that I will never stop praying in Iron, and I will continue to walk among you in another identity.

Wheymen,
Your swolesister-in-arms

in order for him to start examining me.

~

I type this many moons after you, my fellow children of Brodin, chose to honor me with not one, but two posts on the top 10 of all time here. And indeed, it is for this reason that I have held on to this account far longer than I ever should have, considering my desire for complete internet anonymity. But all things must come to pass. Rest assured that I will never stop praying in Iron, and I will continue to walk among you in another identity.

Wheymen,
Your swolesister-in-arms

I used to drink nothing but Raw milk and oats in my ultimate bulking phase. Ate some fruits and veggies in between. But just a shitload of raw milk and oats. I literally quadrupled in size in like two years. Then my teeth grew and I had to switch to hard foods.

-John Liftinn

May Brodin bless your deadlifts.

packing my things to move out. I cant live in this kind of environment

and picked it back up again. I care naught what they think.

everytime I touch the stuff, I'll get really swollen.

lol nah.

Edit: Odin blesseth me on this day, the front page of this mighty sub.

In case you didn't know, Asian girls have a fascination with staying pale similar to how many white women have love to go tanning.

The first time I went to the beach after going on a significant bulk, I noticed a couple of Asian girls standing closely behind me. At first I thought they were mirin my glutes, or maybe it was my strong back. Either way, I continued to pretend not to notice them until I over heard something that they said.

It turns out they were using my body as a source of shade. My body... its big enough to block out the sun.

These ladies need to realize that my body is not just some sort of umbrella that they can use to hide from the sun.

No?

I thought not. It’s not a story the Shreddi would tell you. It’s a Lift legend.

Darth Plateis was a Dark Lord of the HIIT, so aesthetic and so wide he could use the Force to influence the myosins to create gains… He had such a knowledge of the body, he could even keep the ones he cared about from cardio.

The dark gear of the Force is a pathwhey to many abilities some consider to be unnatty. He became so powerful… the only thing he was afraid of was losing his gains, which eventually, of course, he did. Unfortunately, he taught his spotter everything he knew, then his spotter gave him weight loss supplements in his sleep.

Ironic... He could save others from going catabolic, but not himself...

Dear brothers and sisters of the swole,

I saw something in the Temple of Iron that I wanted share.

I saw a man beginning his journey on the Path of Iron. I myself have been praying for around 16 fortnights, and although I may not be Brodin's strongest disciple, I am still a devoted one. This man is struggling to pump his sets of (trigger warning) 3x12. But I looked upon him and smiled.

In Brodin's eyes, all are equal. From new converts, to life long followers of the Whey. I will pray extra hard in holy sets of 5x5 tonight for all those who just started The Path, and all those miles ahead of me.

May your whey goblet never be empty, and your reps be bountiful and heavy.

Wheymen