I'm already pretty muscular to begin with; I started in on it because the family's predilection for type II diabetes forced my hand.
They were afraid in the ER that I'd be insulin-dependent because 31yr olds don't usually get what I did to myself... So: meds for a month while I kicked the shit out of myself in a bid to avoid needing medication for the rest of my life! Months later, I'm not hitting the program as hard at all, but I haven't needed my medication in 4 months.
My dad keeps bitching about his lethargy; he doesn't have the will power to get on any track let alone one as grueling/effective as this!
"I'm gonna sing the doom song..."