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    Quote Originally Posted by GrayBull View Post
    You're looking pretty big, chief. Wish you the best...
    Just don't forget to rep-out those finals coming up!!!
    yeah pretty big
    keep up the good work
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    Flashback: Monday, August 18th, 2003: 5’10”, 148 lbs. This was my height and weight as I entered my freshman year of college as reported by the Athletic Training department during my pre-season physical for tennis.

    Until the age of 6, I did not have a father figure in my life. My parents had split soon after I was born and was raised by my mother. She then remarried to my now step-father. He is a bigger guy, about 5’9” and a lean 205lbs. Even from my early years, I noticed that he was always going to the gym or working out in the home setup he had of various bars, benches, free weights, and more.

    As I got older, I began to learn how his father instilled the values of health and fitness into him. I grew up on an island no more than a few miles from Niagara Falls. This is also where my step-father grew up. Every morning, my grandfather (my step-father’s dad) would swim against the current in the Niagara River to a landmark he picked out about mile away from his dock. He did this every single morning before work.

    Now, fast-forward: June, 2006. After a freak tennis injury, I ended up with a dislocation of my ankle and several partially and fully torn ligaments. I was still about 150lbs.

    Over the next few days, I would visit many orthopedic specialists to determine the treatment needed to get me to be walking again, then moving and functioning normally on my bum leg. However, there was one recurrent theme among all of the “experts”: I would never regain all the strength, flexibility, and explosiveness in my ankle that I once had. For the next few weeks, I was in a cast at home, unable to walk, unable to drive, and unable to pretty much do anything. I was in rehab 5 days a week, getting hours upon hours of treatment to help get my ankle back to where I could use it again.

    Finally, after months of painful rehab, sweat and tears at the therapists office, I was given the green light to begin walking again. I continued my therapy by slowly adding weight bearing exercises, such as leg presses and lunges, albeit very light weight. I slowly, but steadily progressed to the point of having just about all my strength back, although the explosive power was very slow to return.

    Being the highly competitive person that I am, and the fact that I have always been intrigued by sports that are individual in nature, I needed to find something to keep me going. Something I could measure my progress against. Then, I thought back to my childhood, and always looking up to my step-father and his ethic he had in maintaining a healthy and muscular appearance. I remembered how all my friends when we were younger would talk about how “big and strong” my dad was, and how proud I was of him. At about this time as well, my grandfather whom I admired for his commitment to health and fitness, as well as being a WWII Paratrooper Veteran, was becoming increasingly ill. I decided that I was going to make a transformation: I wanted to be a bodybuilder.

    I did loads of research on proper nutrition, training, and supplementation. I started with a new bulking diet, and my first training session was on August 27th, 2006: the first day of my senior year of college. Every workout was fueled by the thought of my step-father’s and grandfather’s commitment to health and fitness. I thought of my sick grandfather and how I know he was going to get healthy again and be back on his feet, getting in his daily exercise via walks or bike rides. I wanted to make them proud. I wanted to take it to a new level. With each deadlift, each rep going deep on squats, every set of bench press, I was going to make them proud. Every time I lifted that fork or drank from the shaker, I knew I was taking baby steps to my ultimate goal: to step on stage.

    On Friday, November 3rd, 2006, I received a call from my mother and step-father instructing me I should try and make it home as soon as possible, as my grandfather’s condition was rapidly deteriorating. I came home immediately and by Saturday evening, he had passed. I knew he was in a better place, but I knew I was going to miss him as a motivational factor in my new pursuit as I wanted him to be there when I decided to step on stage for the first time. My step-father was a wreck, as was I, and we both were very glad and thankful we had each other to get through the rough times. Appropriately, he was buried on Veteran’s Day, 2006, with a full 21-gun salute. I returned back to school with the memorial card from the funeral service in my gym bag, fueling me to work even harder towards my goal.

    Fast-forward a bit further: Saturday, March 31st, 2007. My phone rang at the same time it does every Saturday to have my weekly conversation with my mom. She let me know that her mother was sick once again, but this was nothing new. She had been sick on and off for the past 5 years. This time though, she told me she thought it was different. She thought this time could be the time. I packed up immediately and made it back home for a few days so I could be there for my family as support. On Tuesday, I went to the nursing home she had been living in since 2000 to visit, as her condition was quickly getting worse and worse each day. My mom and her only sister were visiting with my grandmother as well that day, although she had become very unresponsive. She spent hours upon hours silent sitting in her beloved chair staring at the ceiling, and only every now and then would she indicate she was aware we were there. My mom and my aunt left the room for about a half an hour to get lunch, and it was then that I was sitting with my grandmother that she took her last breath, closed her eyes, and left us to be with somebody greater.

    She was buried on Monday, April 9th, the day after Easter. I knew that I had already missed more than a week of school once again so I drove back following the funeral, unsure of what to make of everything that happened over the last week. Tuesday I was back in the gym, with another card in my bag, pounding out heavy weights with a heavy heart. The week went by pretty uneventful as I spent my days making up missed school work. I talked to my mom on Saturday like I had always done, and continued on with my weekend catching up on missed work. Sunday night, at about 11:30, my phone rang and I noticed it was my mom. This was very weird because she was never awake at this time and she knew I never was up that late. I answered and all I could hear was sobbing and crying, and the words, “Your aunt passed away today. We don’t know what happened, but she’s with your grandmother now.” My aunt, who happened to also be my god-mother, who I was with no more than a week ago and was live, healthy and well, is no longer with us. Once again, I packed up immediately and headed home. This time was different. This time, nobody talked, everybody just cried for days on end. I kept thinking to myself, “Why does this have to happen? Why now?” Five days later, we were at the cemetery saying goodbye one last time to my beloved aunt. Once again, I headed back to school as I was just a few weeks from graduating at this point and needed to make up all the work so I could do so. Unfortunately, another card went into the gym bag, and while the weights were getting heavier, my heart was too. The next four weeks were extremely tough, and when they were over, I had graduated and moved back home with my family, who I so desperately needed to be with. It was that first week of being home that I had off from everything; my new job did not start until the following Monday. My step-father took off of work that week as well to help me move things back into my house, and so we could catch up on everything over the past four years of being away at school. We went to the gym together for the first time ever that week, and worked out that entire week together. After the week, we would be back on our respective schedules and unable to train together, but it was a great week in the gym. He told me that I had great focus and intensity, and that if I wanted to do big things with bodybuilding, he could see it happening.

    While bodybuilding may be an individual sport, I want to compete for my family and friends. We as bodybuilders are the ones putting in the hours at the gym and in the kitchen. But we as bodybuilders cannot do this alone. It takes a tremendous amount of outside support to do what we do day in and day out.

    Today, 459 days after I first set foot in the gym for my first training session, I stand 5’10”, 186 lbs at a lean 9% body fat. Today, I go to the gym and say a small prayer before each workout for all my family and friends. Today, I have decided that not only do I want to step on stage for the first time, I want to win my class; I want to make my grandfather, grandmother, and aunt proud of what I accomplished. They may not be sitting out in the crowd like the others, but they have a better view: from up above. While I would be lying if I didn’t say that I wanted this, it does not compare to how much I want this for them.

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    After looking at the situation I put this in this challange instead for the results that I am looking for....

    For the past 2 years my life has shit in my mouth on a number of times and you want to talk about down on your luck, mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually.

    In the summer of 2005 my wife and I found out we were expecting our first child and at the same time I was deploying in a few weeks to Iraq. The deployment was going great until about Christmas time when my wife started distancing any conversation about the baby…a few days after (Jan 4 2005) I received a call that I was going home there is something wrong with the pregnancy. The Marine Corps rushed me home to find out that our child had a genetic disorder called “
    Lethal multiple pterygium syndrome” which is a disturbing thing if you get the details of the torture that the child must endure just to die at birth. My wife and I decided to do what any logical caring person would do for their family we decided that termination of the pregnancy was what needed to happen ( I don’t want to get in to the topic of abortion it is a real touchy subject)……Days later after my wife (who was emotionally banged up) had her procedure …I received an email from my good friend in Iraq figuring he was just checking up to see how things were informed me that my roommate and gunner in my hmmwv was killed…Upset and mad at the world I turned to alcohol to hide my feeling from my wife and the rest of the world to show that I can be “the strong one”, but I just ended up looking like an asshole who couldn’t handle it.

    During the next few months we battled our insurance company to help with the bill of the surgery because to the system it was not a necessity. I took most of the business because I did not like to see my wife get torn up over this day in and day out. To this day the bill is still there getting worked on a little at the time I can afford (without my wife knowing)…..6 months later we decided that it might be time to try again to have a baby…after 12 weeks we found the same problem and were forced to terminate the pregnancy of the second time…..I again started drinking heavily and becoming distant from everything just went through the motions of being alive which I did not want to be at that time……

    A year later I am out of the Military trying to fight my demons that have been chasing me for the past year or so. We are about to get separated then we find out that she is expecting (not planned) and yet again for the 3rd time we lost it…..Now I totally shut down I hated my wife I hated God I hated myself for being “broken” I was useless to everything except my functioning alcohol abuse and lifting it was my hour and a half to get away and not think about the War, my kids or my wife, just me and the weight….

    I have made decent gains since I got back on track…Me and my wife are talking now (somewhat)….I am going to a consoler for PTSD, Depression and alcohol abuse… form the war and the other problems, I am doing what I can to get my life back to order I have stopped drinking.. I have hospital bill out the ass and other financial difficulties, but they will get their money in time and I will have my children in time as well…


    I have gained 30lbs in the past 2 year I am around 195 right now...I would like to continue to grow and get leaner and just transform myself...thanks



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    i am having trouble resizing current pics for the challenge so i hope the one is good enough
    angel

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    This is my story, When I was about 15 years old I saw my first bodybuilding magazine and I could not belive how these men got there bodies into such great shape through weight training. I knew at a very young age that I wanted to look like they did, I wanted to feel how they felt and for me weight training was a great way to stay out of trouble. I started working out with my best friend in his garage and could not belive the gains that we made in such a short period of time, I just wanted to see what my body was capable of doing. I have spent the last 20 years taraining with the hopes of one day getting on stage but not really ever having a goal. But just this past month I lost my best friend who i started working out with 20 years ago and realized that time waits for no man and that you will never have another chance to relive your life. So this MD challenge is more than just a Transformation for me its a Transformation of my life and I dedicate this to my family to the ones I love and to a freind who I have lost.

    Pete-
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    I wish we could choose everyone! Truly inspiring stuff here guys, stay strong and good things will come.

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    when will people be choosen? so sorry if I missed that somewhere in the beginning...

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    Quote Originally Posted by gymdiva View Post
    when will people be choosen? so sorry if I missed that somewhere in the beginning...
    ...wish I could tell you. Guess we're just playing the waiting game.

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    My name is Alex Favre I live on Long Island, I am 19 years old, 5' 11'' and 192 lbs. I first became interested in the sport of bodybuilding during my junior year of high school. I was a basketball player trying to get stronger for my sport. Once I started to train it became part of my life. At 150 lbs I could bench 115 lbs. I was pushed around by many kids that were much bigger and stronger than I and after a couple months I began seeing gains in size, strength and confidence. Eventually I was hooked. I idolize the great bodybuilders of my time and aspire to be an example of what hard work and determination can amount too. Although I am stronger and more confident I am searching for the expert knowledge that I need to become a great bodybuilder. I love Muscular Development and the information it provides, I believe that this is a chance of a lifetime for me to come closer to my dream. A chance to receive this extensive training, dieting and supplement tips would give me the edge I need to jump start my bodybuilding career. I recently met Mr. G at my local gym where we talked about bodybuilding, The Olympia, the importance of a good diet and many other training related topics. Mr. G is a great guy and is the example of who I want to be as an adult. As he was leaving the gym he gave me his lifting straps and some words of knowledge. I know that I am extremely dedicated and would be thrilled to be given a chance to learn from some of the best. Thank you very much in condsidering me.
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    HERE IS DOM ONEIL STORY MY PARENTS DIVORCED AT A YOUNG AGE .I HAD TO MOVE AND USED FOOD AS A COMFORT TO HIDE MY PAIN .KIDS AT THE NEW SCHOOL MADE FUN OF ME AND CALLED ME FATTY AND A BASTARD CHILD .I DECIDED AT 17 YRS I WAS NOT GOING TO LET ANYONE HURT ME ANY MORE I DECIDED TO START WORKING OUT I WOULD LIKE TO COMPETE BUTI AM AFAID I WIIL MAKE AFOOL OF MYSELF I NEED DAVE ,MR. G AND MHP TO GIVE ME THE MINDSET AND BODY TO WALK ON STAGE I HAVE HAD A LOW SELF ESTEEM MY WHOLE LIFE EVEN THOUGH I HAVE BEEN TOLD I LOOK LIKE A MINI EVAN C

    HEIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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    HERE ARE HIS PICS
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    Here are my pictures. I forgot to originally upload them.


    Quote Originally Posted by tgumpper View Post
    3 years ago, I was diagnosed with a unnamed neuromuscular disease that's metabolic. It results in Rhabdomyolytis like symptoms with CPK levels in the thousands. For years I couldn't workout. Doctor's orders. Recently I notice it is exasperated by high intensity leg training only. This condition requires me have a diet compose of more carbs than proteins. See my story below for more info.

    **MY STORY**
    Three years ago I tried to take my life back by quitting smoking, eating right and weight training. I wanted to rebuild the body. A long story short, I wound up in the hospital twice with CPK levels first at 6,500 and the second time at 53,000! I was diagnosed with some unnamed neuromuscular disease that's metabolic and deals with turning food to energy. It would completely ATROPHY my muscles and I'd waste. Exercise would just make it happen faster. Anyway, I was told to forget about exercise, especially weight lifting. I lapsed back to my old ways after being dealt this blow. I wasted to a very malnourished looking & unhealthy 130 lbs. at 5'7.
    On 6/1/2006, I said to hell with it. It's my life. If doctors can't / won't help me work this out then I'll go it alone. That day I quit smoking and started working out everyday with VERY light weights on a resistant rod system. Every day I worked every muscle group with very little weight. Overtime I added a LITTLE more weight. Later I added an extra set.
    In 11/06 I decided to take on the ultimate test, I got a serious home gym and crossed over to using cables and free weights. This was what doctors said would do me in. I went full throttle, which led to another set back in 12/06. My CPK levels hit 6,100 and another hospital stay. I had to stop training for a month!
    In February, against doctor's orders and family wishes, I started training again. I started out the way I did in June. I did a little bit and a little bit more each day. By mid March I was lifting pretty heavy, and training every day. I've kept my levels below 200. Plus, I started gaining muscle.
    I hired Dave Pulcinella to be my bodybuilding sensei/nutrition in May. I joined a gym and got PT as well. Recently, my PT quit on me b/c I can't afford him. My wife's real ill and her medical bills come first. All I could offer him was $20 cash an hour.
    So here I am today, still training. I feel great and stronger. Nothing is going to stop me!
    I've been busting my hump for months working out. Up to 156 and trying to get bigger. All that gym time is starting to show a little. Recently, I did have 2 set backs on 9/10 I reached 7352 and on 10/08/2007 I reached 5573. A few days after each incident my CPK totals went back to normal. Both occurred during weeks I did not follow my diet strictly. The best doctors at University Of Pennsylvania just blow me off & say "well, don't exercise" They have an idea what the cause is, but Dr. Lauren Elman, who is the head of the neuromuscular dept. at Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania, told me medical technology is currently unable to diagnose my disease. She said it is a metabolic muscular myopathy. They were originally convinced it was a form of MD and even signed me up with the Muscular Dystrophy Association. That was a scary period. But later the muscle stains came back negative. So I'm in this limbo state.

    BTW, thanks to Dave & John so much. I love No Bull Radio w/ the Muscle Mob. It makes me laugh and informs me every day. It put a BIG smile on my face. Thank you both soooo much.

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    who was picked?

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    Quote Originally Posted by The AdMan View Post
    And now something special for those of you who have been training for years, yet for some reason have reached a plateau or sticking point you just can't seem to get past.

    Dave Palumbo, Gerard Dente and Victor Martinez are standing by at the ready to help you overcome the obstacles that are standing in the way of the physique you have worked so hard and long for!

    If your mantra is "Give me muscle or give me death" then this is the challenge for you!

    Submit your stories and photos here, for a chance to be one of 4 lucky people who will be expertly advised by our Team over a 16 week period.

    Good luck everyone!
    What's the deadline on submitting stuff for this?

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    I have began my 3rd contest prep in 4 years 2 weeks ago. I took up bodybuilding to fill a void in life where my football career used to be. I was always a big fan of bodybuilding, but could never pursue it bc of football. I was totally focused on getting a scholarship and playing college ball that when that was over i thought "is that it?". While sitting at home it hit me like that 320 lb lineman from JMU did, I should compete. i went out bought some supplements got some diet together and dieted for my first show, i barely made it through 5 weeks of dieting. I was on no carbs no fats high protein, 2 hrs of cardio on the step mill i was crazy!! Hense the name captain cardio. After that show 3 years ago i read up alot on bodybuilding found a guy in my gym that became a mentor taught me about H.I.T and hense my bodybuilding career began. I put on some good size while dropping the bodyfat i put on during football college parties and "bulking up".i Competed the next year as a middleweight i weighed 169lb but didnt really bring in a great condition i was so furious. After that show i told my self i have to make this a life style or i will continue to get my ass kicked on stage... i was bound and determined from that point on that im gonna be that philadelphia boy to come out on top of it all. I trained and ate like a bodybuilder for a whole year after, stayed in descent shape and came into last years pre contest season on fire, i placed 6th out of 15 in the junior class at the USBF show,4th in the lightheavies (i was supposed to be a middle but 175.5 isnt 175 yea that promoter was a dick). I placed in a heavier weight class and beat 3 people in that class, while getting third in heavy weight novice. I was told after last years show that i needed 3 more weeks and i would have killed people, which brings me to this year i started at 23 weeks out 3 weeks more then last using principles of the JUMBO PALUMBO i am bound and determined to kill the middleweight class in PA this year, ive put on more quality size about 10lb worth this offseason, im now 20 weeks out at 215, and would love to be a contestant in this challenge, ive busted my ass for my football carreer and i will bust my butt to get what i want out of bodybuilding, i have nothing but time and im ready to make the long trip...SO GIVE ME MUSCLE OR GIVE ME DEATH means to me that come hell or high water im gonna kill that middleweight class this year...cause what you gonna do!!! when this philly boy poses down with you!!! (of coarse in the hulk hogan voice it sounds better)-- here are some pics i did 5 weeks out of my last show in april of this year...this at kailua beach park in hawaii some of these were used in the HALAU - The place people practice hula...i did these for my gmom and to express my hawaiian heritage...



    thanks for the oppurtunity to post and to audition for this great cause, i would be honored to be apart of this challenge...im sure with the help from the staff at MD and MHP ill bring a package that PA has never seen!
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    woops forgot age hiegh weight---im 22 yrs old 5'8 currently 215 lbs....probably in the upper teens in bodyfat right now....i had a nice filling offseason ahah
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    will they pick people within the next few days????

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