Im still looking for this addicts thread that has been mentioned.
I can see it.
Im still looking for this addicts thread that has been mentioned.
You see I know this and I understand mental health. There's no doubt those pills would have got you back in the gym. 90% they will have worked, but you'll have had 2 weeks waiting for the low dose to kick in, and another month and a half of raising you dosage to level to get you back in the gym, and with that you'll have had to deal with all the side effects. Clearly your doctor underestimates the power of friendly encouragement. As a couple of muckers on here have helped you bypass 2 months of unneeded medication to achieve the same thing. Now your healthy routine is back to being your treatment. The treatment that works best for you.
You're welcome mate. Hope you're enjoying it. Bet your first few sessions were a killer.
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http://www.not606.com/threads/addictions.316638/#post-8615110Im still looking for this addicts thread that has been mentioned.
They were mate, ****ing hell. I used to laugh at lads who complained about sore legs after 'leg day'. I have been walking around like John Wayne with a bad dose of piles this week, I forgot how it felt.

It was doing my head in because I hadn't seen it beforeSomebody had to spoil it![]()

Was that it?
Im sure i came home one morning and there was a smoking thread...
Then gone faster than cliff hearing sirens.
That was mine, pulled it as Joe didn't take kindly to the way it had gone.
So i wasnt seeing things. Thats a relief.
And the reason it went pear shaped?
Must be more to it than joe didnt like it.
After 33 years in advertising, which had been very good to me, I found myself without a job and with few prospects. The high tech workplace here is not kind to those with grey in their hair. Tried a few new things that didn't work, but I kept at it.
I'm 60 years old, have a great wife and now work three minutes from my house at a ready mix concrete plant. I load cement trucks all day at a dry batch plant. Sounds easy, it isn't. A bit of an art form, really. The truck drivers were brutal to me when I started, watching and criticizing my every move. I kept at it. Now I'm pretty ****ing good at producing a beautiful batch of ready mix concrete. Now the drivers like me, even defend me. Even so, I'm a nervous wreck when I go to work every morning. I still screw up some loads and it's costly to the owners. But they like me too.
I also built them a new website (http://www.pleasantonreadymix.com/) and started a new SEO program (related to Google search results). Their new business has increased over 30% according to the owner. They never say thanks, but I know they feel good about being current with the new business model.
My wife knows what I go through and it makes her happy to see me work hard to keep our house and have a few nice things. Tough way to end a career, but better than drinking in a bar all day.
****ing hell, that must keep you fit at 60! good on you for embracing the change and getting on with it fella. hats off to you.
do you go for the hairy arse routine?




After 33 years in advertising, which had been very good to me, I found myself without a job and with few prospects. The high tech workplace here is not kind to those with grey in their hair. Tried a few new things that didn't work, but I kept at it.
I'm 60 years old, have a great wife and now work three minutes from my house at a ready mix concrete plant. I load cement trucks all day at a dry batch plant. Sounds easy, it isn't. A bit of an art form, really. The truck drivers were brutal to me when I started, watching and criticizing my every move. I kept at it. Now I'm pretty ****ing good at producing a beautiful batch of ready mix concrete. Now the drivers like me, even defend me. Even so, I'm a nervous wreck when I go to work every morning. I still screw up some loads and it's costly to the owners. But they like me too.
I also built them a new website (http://www.pleasantonreadymix.com/) and started a new SEO program (related to Google search results). Their new business has increased over 30% according to the owner. They never say thanks, but I know they feel good about being current with the new business model.
My wife knows what I go through and it makes her happy to see me work hard to keep our house and have a few nice things. Tough way to end a career, but better than drinking in a bar all day.
Outstanding. Making your wife proud is worth more than anything. That's what keeps me ticking over on crappy days.
Cheers mate...loading trucks is done from indoors, otherwise I'd be ****ed! I run conveyor belts with sand, rock and cement powder, mix it with water and deposit in the truck thru a chute at the top of their barrel. It's like baking a cake, gotta get the mix right or you're screwed.
Don't know what the hairy arse routine is, but hope I don't qualify![]()

That's what I call a change of direction to support the final needsAfter 33 years in advertising, which had been very good to me, I found myself without a job and with few prospects. The high tech workplace here is not kind to those with grey in their hair. Tried a few new things that didn't work, but I kept at it.
I'm 60 years old, have a great wife and now work three minutes from my house at a ready mix concrete plant. I load cement trucks all day at a dry batch plant. Sounds easy, it isn't. A bit of an art form, really. The truck drivers were brutal to me when I started, watching and criticizing my every move. I kept at it. Now I'm pretty ****ing good at producing a beautiful batch of ready mix concrete. Now the drivers like me, even defend me. Even so, I'm a nervous wreck when I go to work every morning. I still screw up some loads and it's costly to the owners. But they like me too.
I also built them a new website (http://www.pleasantonreadymix.com/) and started a new SEO program (related to Google search results). Their new business has increased over 30% according to the owner. They never say thanks, but I know they feel good about being current with the new business model.
My wife knows what I go through and it makes her happy to see me work hard to keep our house and have a few nice things. Tough way to end a career, but better than drinking in a bar all day.
