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In his junior year, his nickname was “Scrawny Johnny.’� (Disclaimer: I’ve changed a few details, but this is BASED on a true story. In fact, stories like this happen every day, in every High School in the country. And yes, it’s sort of autobiographical…I myself could have been nicknamed Scrawny Johnny. I was a proverbial 98 pound weakling. Okay, I confess, I was 150 lbs., but at 6′ 1’�, that’s quite pathetic. I could barely open a pickle jar without asking for help.) Getting back to Scrawny Johnny…. He was 16, and super unpopular. In fact, he was a dweeb. Every day he came home from school, locked himself in his room all alone, listened to music, watched TV, read magazines, played video games, and tried really hard to forget how pathetic he was. No friends, zero social life, and of course'”he could never even ask a pretty girl for directions. John hated his life.

Johnny WAS NOT a nerd. He was smart, hardworking, and not a geek or dweeb by any standards. No pocket protectors, no thick glasses, no suspenders.

In fact, Johnny was charming, funny, sweet, respectful, and really personable. His teachers loved him. He was an awesome guy.

Johnny had ZERO confidence. He looked in the mirror and saw a skinny, scrawny, puny weakling. He could not get past that horrific image.

When he tried speaking to jocks, “cool’� guys, or a pretty girl, he was never able to focus on his great smile, sense of humor, charm, or brains…

There’s a little Johnny in all of us. Our lack of confidence and self-esteem crushes our self-image, skews our picture of ourselves, giving us doubts and reservations, fear of socializing, anxiety, and soon it becomes…

A self-fulfilling prophesy. A vicious cycle. Unbreakable. We are losers because we THINK we are losers.

One day Johnny saw a classmate lifting weights. Despite a sick fear of being ridiculed, Johnny walked over and asked if he could borrow weights for a few days.

His classmate, “Todd the Bod’� told him he had extra, and was nice enough to show him some lifts and moves. Johnny was amazed and shocked at Todd’s friendliness.

Days turned into months, and Johnny’s muscles, tone, and physique grew like crazy. He got really ripped. Todd explained that “newbies’� could make astonishing progress, IF they stayed consistent.

Johnny became a social magnet, smiling at girls, impressing them with his charm, charisma, masculine demeanor, and physical prowess.

Johnny finally felt like the amazing guy others always knew he could be. He became Mr. Popularity, Congeniality, and a truly awesome physical specimen.

After 6 months Johnny looked super buff. But he had a long way to go, and his progress really slowed down…

After the first 6 months of weight training, “newbie-ness’� vanishes, progress slows, and it takes way longer to make strides. Most people get frustrated at that point and give up.

Sort of like Navy Seal training. In the beginning most trainees keep up. But after a while, you’ve got to have really intense stamina and devotion to stay with the program for the long haul.

Johnny was nowhere near quitting. He was addicted to having a body and physique that looked awesome. He loved being healthy and in shape.

And his REAL addiction was to confidence and persona. Not just girls per se. Sure, that part was nice.

But Johnny loved waking up in the morning'”looking forward to his day, instead of dreading it. He loved meeting people, going to hangouts, getting the attention, being the star attraction.

Johnny body-built like crazy through college. He was happy, confident, and comfortable with his weight-lifting numbers. Then one day at the gym, he saw a guy do what he THOUGHT was impossible.

He was about Johnny’s height, weight, and size, and Johnny expected him to lift around the same as Johnny…more or less….

He always looked at powerlifters as big fat hairy guys (or gals) who ran around like buffoons. Johnny, on the other hand, was a specimen, who took pride in his body. Powerlifters could not hold a candle to that. (Or so he thought.)

Not to say that Johnny was satisfied with his power. He wanted more. Sure, he could open the pickle jar for his girlfriend, and carry all the duffle bags when they traveled, but he wanted more.

But Johnny knew'”um, well'”he ASSUMED'”he had no choice. You could either LOOK like a hulk, or LIFT like a hulk…

On that fateful day at the gym, this Herculean figure made Johnny realize he’d made a massive mistake his whole life!

He had an awesome body, just as ripped as Johnny’s. And he lifted like a beast. You could have BOTH. This guy was living proof.

Johnny felt like a fraud. He wasn’t Brawny Johnny after all. He was merely “Look-Like-Brawny’� Johnny. Ouch.

At first Johnny was in denial. Hercules must be a fluke, a freak of nature, an aberration, he could not be replicated.

He searched Google, and discovered lots of powerlifters who had awesome physique. The two were not mutually exclusive, as he had been led to believe all these years.

Johnny was tempted to figure this out alone. After all, he was a professional-grade weightlifter, a true master. He could certainly learn to lift for power…right?

Then Johnny decided it was arrogance and ego. He needed to approach Hercules and get some advice, no matter how painful. He swallowed his pride and asked for guidance.

The combination of physique and power, body and mind, focus and concentration, hulk-like abilities…

As I mentioned earlier, Johnny is in fact based on ME. Okay, I may have changed a few details, but I went through all the same stages he did. I was a pitiful dweeb, a total weakling with zero confidence. I put on muscle and… Read more…