So weight loss and strength gain is a lot fucking harder then I thought! Weighed in at 282.4, hit a 405 second but missed 425 third. Not sure what happened because 405 fucking FLEW up, it was a really quick warmup rep. I thought for sure 435 was in the bag but wanted to save something for the equipped portion, nope, it died 3/4 of the way up right at my normal sticking point. I was doing pin presses' from that spot with 440 two weeks before, so fuck me! Equipped I missed my 615 opener and second, kept the same weight and hit it on the 3rd attempt but it was a disappointment. I warm up with reps at 615 but it was like someone misloaded by 100 pounds for both the 1st and 2nd attempts. I had to pump myself up to the point of a fucking heart attack but I hit it on the 3rd attempt and then nearly had a breakdown I was so mentally exhausted. I was excited, mad, pissed, sad, angry, depressed all at the same time and after the lift and the 3 whites I just about broke down. That in and of itself was enough to fuel the emotional ride I was on and keep it going for a bit. I couldn't talk for 20 minutes after. I'm still sore, and yesterdays workout was weak as fuck. Its going to take a bit to get over this. Add in the nandrolone is wearing off and my fucking joints are killing me! I'm scheduled for another meet on July 13th. The wife keeps saying I'm fucking nuts, I'm starting to believe her.