I wanted to get big, but I didn’t know how.
I started lifting with a big bodybuilder and asked big guys questions.
I barely had any money to lift weights.
I volunteered to help kids so I could lift for free.
I couldn’t afford to eat that much food.
I paid my friends back for taking me out to eat all those times.
I ended up getting an injury one day.
I healed and went straight back to lifting.
Someone near and dear to me died.
I let the grief out with the weights.
I had to work manual labor for 60 hours a week.
I made lifting a priority to fit in my schedule.
I had too much school work.
I sacrificed the TV and related for the time to lift.
I was too full to eat that last piece of meat.
I closed my eyes and ate it anyway.
No matter what I do, I can’t gain.
I stepped back, reviewed everything, and made corrections.
I gained too much body fat.
I stepped back, reviewed everything, and made corrections.
My lift numbers wouldn’t go up.
I lifted heavier weights.
I couldn’t get better at a specific lift.
I concentrated on that lift more.
I read and read and couldn’t progress.
I put down the papers and picked up the weights.
My arms wouldn’t grow past 14 inches.
I did heavy ass isolation work.
I had to move.
I found a new gym.
I got married.
I got my spouse to lift with me.
I got kids.
I let them play while I lifted.
I’m too old.
I lifted the weights anyway.
People like Ali Jawad lost his legs.
He benched 286lbs.
What’s your excuse?