New shirts are coming in! Also some OG logo shirts and 2 flags are being produced. Flag colors will consist of the traditional black/yellow/blue color-way. More Women’s pink tank tops are now available s-l. Pocket T’s with the logo on the back are arriving in white and black, and a new Daisy Yellow shirt is being launched alongside with a limited edition Fourth of July Stars and Stripes color-way logo shirt are coming in. Here is additional information and the pictures if the new color-way
1.25 Women’s Light Pink Tank Tops – 10 s, 10 M, 5 L
2. 10 Original Logo Shirts – 5 Large White (red black logo), 5 Large Black (yellow, blue logo)
3. 10 New color scheme – Yellow shirt, maxinout = teal, blackinout= black, N= gray; regarding the color way for logo)
4. 25 pocket T shirts: White and black pocket T’s with the Logo’s on the pocket: Ex. Black T with regular yellow/blue logo on it, white pocket t with red black logo color way) 10 M White and Black, 10 White and Black L, 3 xl, 2 xxl
5. 15 White Tee’s with the logo in an American flag stripes and stars color way filling in around the red lettering. 15 m 15 L
The world feels like a room full of razorblades and no matter where you move or walk, you’ll get cut
And thats what anxiety is like, the world is the room and we’re in the center with all the razor blades around us and we just are scared of life and moving forward because we are scared we are going to get cut and hurt or that we might even get so hurt where bleed out.
So we stay stagnant and sit in our spot not moving so that we don’t get cut by the razors, we don’t get hurt. But how can we feel anything if we don’t move? Finally, the fear of the blades and anxiety becomes too much, so we need to move.
But instead of making an incision in order to end it all, I realize that I cannot end it, so I realize I must fight the razors. I put my head down, and I move forward towards the door. Despite all the pain from the razors and anxiety, I move. And finally I think, I’ve made it out the door. I have plenty of scars and cuts and wounds. But here I am. Outside.
We all know what SAFTB is; it is BarStool’s representation for “Saturday’s is For The Boys,” which essentially created Saturday as another holiday as it now allows us an excuse to get obnoxiously fucked up at any time of the day on any given Saturday because, simply put, as BarStool said, Saturday is for the boys. Now I Take this aspect into full effect for my blackinout’ portion of my ideology. However, I still need to keep my gains while paying my weekly respect to my new favorite holiday.
So, here are some tip’s I have for your Saturday so you can keep your gains, but still celebrate the wonderful festivities of a rowdy SATFB day.
Friday: Don’t overdue it on your Friday nights. Take it easy, don’t drink as much so you won’t be too hungover for SATFB. Hydrate the night before and lift the night before so your body is ready to take on the endeavor of limitless amounts Natty Lights and Tiwsted Teas.
Saturday Preparation: Wake up and drink up to like 3-5 water bottles: (17 fluid oz), or have Gatorade of something of the likes. If you plan on lifting, wake up early and get your lift on quick and get that protein in and give yourself at least, Eh, forty five minutes to an hour, then you’re good to go! Thats what has worked for me and I have seen work for people
Sunday: If you are mobile, you know what to do. RECOVER.
“My life, What It’s Like, How to Treat Other’s with depression, and How to Handle it.”
Here is another mental health article. I am getting very personal with this one and opening up even more. For years since I was thirteen, I have been struggling with self-consciousness, bouts of depressive episodes and suicidal thoughts, anger issues, loneliness, and past bullying which affects me today along with constant rejection my whole life. I have been rejected simply because I was being myself, and who I was; and was not accepted. I’ve loathed myself forever, made constant mistakes, been diagnosed with the enzyme disorder that I have spoken about before. I lack a sufficient amount of the enzyme MTHFR in my brain, which is a catabolic protein/enzyme that breaks down the B Vitamin Folic Acid. When released in your brain, Folic Acid releases neurotransmitters like Dopamine and Serotonin from your brain; the chemicals that regulate your mood and happiness/sadness. I was unable to release the chemicals because the enzyme MTHFR could not break down and release the chemicals, therefore I experienced symptoms extremely similar to depression. This required me to take a blood test and urinalysis, which also revealed that I had Generalized Anxiety Order or GAD, alongside with Panic Attacks. I additionally am prescribed medication because I have anger issues and trouble focusing on school and keeping my mind focused on priorities; as I have a scrambled egg for a brain as my thoughts are constantly all over the place. I’ve lost family members. I struggle with losing the love for my passions sometimes. Friendships and Relationships with significant others and Family members all are stressful and are all existent twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five. I have been through it all. Doctors help. But the true ones who can help the most; are people like me, because we understand it better than just the science. We, the veterans of loneliness and sadness, understand things better than the doctors, because doctors studied it. I am it.
So now that you know I’m not a pussy and aren’t lying about my many flaws, let me truthfully tell you about what experiencing immense depressive episodes are like (basically what depression is like, but that is not my technical diagnosis so I use appropriate terms as to not offend those actually diagnosed with MDD). And secondly, being “depressed,” just means you have been feeling very sad, so watch your syntax if you’re around a diagnosed individual; they may take offense. Being diagnosed means you have chemical imbalances in your brain causing the disorder and therefore you cannot control it.
TIME TO SEND IT
Depression
Its deep and dark and hungry and relentless. It’s a deep trench that God chose to dig for those whom are diagnosed. Maybe I deserved it, but ultimately, it is nobody’s fault, really. But depression, it’s not just being sad about something. It’s being sad about just; nothing. You’re fucking sad and alone, and you shouldn’t be, you know shouldn’t be. There is no reason for the pain we are experiencing but nevertheless, there it is; pain. You feel the depression. It’s excruciatingly difficult to feel pain for no reason. It’s like; there are so many other people in this world who have been through worse things than the depressed have been through; but they don’t feel this way. So, why do we? It’s not like we want to feel this way, or have a reason. And we especially don’t want to try and act as if our mundane lives are so much more painful than those of others who have gone through worse. But don’t feel bad for us, we, me, whatever. We, or at least I, don’t want fucking pity, I already fucking hate myself. I don’t want anyone else feeling bad for me. Those undiagnosed with a form of Depression can’t relate to the agony, or the tragedies that happened to me. It, Depressive Disorder, is not relatable to others because its due to chemical imbalances in our brains. We have this weight holding onto us, and this weight is not just on our shoulders, but on our entire fucking body. It is just dragging us down further and further making us feel as if we are so beneath everybody and everything; completing our feeling of worthlessness. We feel empty, lonely, angry, sad, confused, and guilty for being sad without reason. It is such a burden that is extremely misunderstood. Sometimes things feel so bad you just want to end it all, and I can’t tell you how many times I have come close to flatling myself. But I didn’t. Do you know what it is like, to shakily hold a knife up to your esophagus ready to end it all? But then you just can’t do it and throw the knife because you know you can’t, and all you have is tears, emptiness, and questions. But, what you still have too, is your life, and the ability to GET BETTER.
See, the thing is; there really is NO secret way to heal depression. Medication helps numb the pain until the pain adapts to the medication, which then causes the repetitive cycle of the medication never being enough or correct. You can talk to people, like your friends or family or a therapist like a psychologist or psychiatrist. But that just helps with temporary relief as you get things off your chest and gain support from friends. Now, regardless that the aid from medication and talking to people is temporary, I still suggest that one would do both as they are still steps that can help. But speaking from a personal level, I can tell you the one thing that I have been able to do that has made my depression manageable and made my life not so suicidal. These two other things, are love and laughter. These two feelings actually help me outweigh the depression sometimes. I battle my depression by making people feel loved, cared about, happy, and important. I drown out the cries of sadness with laughs of joy and drown depression using jokes and laughter and by spreading love. To me, being able to make other people happier, and possibly lessening their depression if they have some kind, through simplistic laughter, truly helps me feel better. It doesn’t completely take away the pain, however it certainly does the trick a lot better than the medications and is completely natural. Laughter and love do not come from a lab; they come from the human heart. They warm my soul and for a little while, the depression lowers. This is my suggestion to all who struggle with a diagnosis. Everybody should try to take their sadness and spur it into something greater and more powerful, and use that sadness to motivate us to create happiness. Spread love. Tell the people you love that you love them, compliment them just to make them smile, hug them to prove that you care, be there for them when they need you. Make somebody laugh instead of seeing them crying. Spread love throughout the world and some love will be returned back towards you, and that love is genuine and not fake. This true love I receive from people who I care about genuinely helps lower the depression. Laughter, being funny, and making jokes also help me escape the depression. Life is so tough, and to be able to make laughter out of misery is simply amazing. I am so thankful for jokes. To wrap it up, as Neal Brennan said in his latest Netflix standup comedy special “3 Mics,”; “You know sometimes the world can feel like a room that’s filling up with water, and for me to be able to think of a joke is like an air bubble, like a psst, psst. Like I can take the oxygen I get into my lungs and it can carry me forward. Like things can be overwhelming, and scary, and hurtful, but thankfully, my brain can descramble things and form a joke. Like just for one second, things slow down, and I can win, like I can beat life. It’s the best. And its so personal, and something I’m so grateful for. Jokes.”
Life is hard and overwhelming, but use your pain to motivate yourself to form a joke or to spread laughter and love, allowing yourself to breathe just for one moment. And in that moment, as Neal describes in which I agree, we can win. We can beat depression and beat life, just for a few moments. This is how I am overcoming my depression. This has been what it’s like for me. And this has been my advice. I wish all of you the greatest of luck and support, because even if I don’t know you, I care. Stay strong everyone.
Okay so everybody knows the basis about alcohol. Beer has more carbs (though usually always under 5g of carbs unless its a heavier dark lager or something), liquor has “less calories,” though its equally as bad for you and relatively similar in calorie content. People say some “red wine is good for you” every now and then, and it is, but they do not realize that that is because of the polyphenols found in grapes used in the ingredients of wine as well other ingredients in darker beers/lagers. And some people don’t even recognize that alcohol in insult has 7 Kcal/g. But I wanted to make a guide about for when to consume alcohol, what types and when to consume them, higher sugar containing beers/drinks you should watch out for, calorie decreasing tips at the bar, and information on lower calorie booze.Â
To MAXIN OUT.
Here it goes:
Sugary Alcoholic Beverages: There taste so good, go down easy, and have a fairly high alcohol percentage so they fuck you up. However, be careful, as they have a lot of calories. Watch out for hard ciders like Angry Orchards (I love them but they’re 200 cal a bottle), Redds Apple Ale, or Strongbow. Watch out for Smirnoff Ices, Mike’s Hard Lemonades, Twisted Teas, Four Lokos, and all that Bud Light Lime-A-Rite bullshit ad its variations. They ALL have a high sugar content, which will all be deposited as fat whilst your body is digesting the alcohol. Just a tip to be aware of; maybe not drink these sugary beverages with food to limit sugar intake and carbohydrate.
At The Bar: This is a quick one, but instead of a soda or Vodka Cranberry or Lemonade, maybe grab a tonic water or a diet soda as your mixer to limit sugar intake as well.
At Dinner: Stick to the sugary alcoholic beverage rule I discussed above; note that these beverages have high amounts of sugar which is not optimal to digest with alcohol at dinner time. Have just one good lager or wine with polyphenols in it.
Finally, Here is a link to the list of some of the lowest calorie Beers:
This is not an informational article about lifting or school or blacking’ out right now. This is a poem I wrote to contribute to help other fight against mental illness’. Lifting information will be out soon, most likely a blog on how what drinks to stick to calorie wise whilst out and about and a lifting article about bench form and my advice.
Here’s the poem. Stay strong everyone.
“When the Pain Hits”
When the pain hits, pick up the pen
When the pain hits, don’t always count on your friends.
When the pain hits, keep up your head.
When the pain strips us of love we fight till we are dead.
When the pain rips up our hearts, we stich them back together instead
When the pain hits, we don’t need any artificial meds
We stand back up when the pain hits cause that’s what was meant.
Life is full of twists and turns and pain beneath our chests
Life is full of hurtful selfish people but we know how to deal with the rest
When the pain hits, don’t let it sting, don’t let it stick.
Stand back up and make sure you don’t feel that pain again.
Become bulletproof and don’t let anyone affect you.
Do not let the selfishness of others ruin or wreck you.
Do not give up, I am here I will not let you.
Life is hard but good things are eventful.
Be strong and nobody will forget you.
Be tough and deal with things that are suspenseful
You are human, you are incredible.
When the pain hits, which is inevitable, use it to level you
Do not let it bury you, and when you stand back up
You will feel the strength and the love because you did not give up
When the pain hits, I wish it good luck, because from now on, the pain will not get us.
Getting back into school after a nice long winter break of heavy alcohol consumption, many hungover lifting sessions, and a few weeks where we get a piece of mind and are free to relax from the grip of the monster that is fucking class. It draws us back riiiight when we start wanting to stay home again. And like many others, I usually arrive to school early during break to prepare for the semester. However, this means I start partying earlier… uh-oh. Now I’m back at college in party zone and I’ve got classes in three days… what the hell am I gonna do? well, after five semesters of struggling with this, and don’t get me wrong, I’m still rocking my 2.6, but this is my advice on how to handle You’re partying and there comes schoolwork when your mindset is off balance at the beginning of the semester. So here’s what I do
Ease into it: Don’t rush into the semester full storm thinking you’re gonna get A’s and shit right away. Its probably not gonna happen, sorry to be doubtful (if you get A’s right away then great for you) but its nearly impossible to perform at your best when your mindset is off and unfocused from school. Just ATTEND CLASS, pay attention to your syllabus, and ease into the feeling of being back into class. Rushing things will stress you out more.
Set aside your schedule and sort out the days you can go out: I know if you read this website you party, so if you go to school and party, then just figure out the days that you can party. Figure out the nights where you don’t have class too late, don’t have too much homework, studying, or an exam, and the nights where you now you can sleep in before class or no class. Just don’t get hammered the night before an 8am or even 10am or 11:30am in my opinion. It’s just too hard to wake up super hungover and go to class. Trust me, I’ve withdrawn from my Wednesday 8am before, and I’ve missed morning classes for various reasons all associated with blackin’ out aspects. Just don’t party when you shouldn’t be.
Pay Attention: Keep your head up, pay attention to your grades and class requirements as every semester differs and this affects your workload thus your partying load. So stay organized, because it can hep you get better grades by knowing when your assignments are, and allows you to know when you can either hit happy hour or hit the library.
Have fun and get your drink on but keep your grades up, well, up enough so you don’t fail out. C’s get degrees and can’t spell ‘degree’ without a few D’s along the line so, stay responsible guys. Study heavy. Drink Heavy.
Here we go again, another fairly different post from the regular Maxin’ Out N Blackin’ Out Posts, this one also relating to mental health and our souls, as I would like to explain to others what I believe love is, and how we can use love to better the world and the lives of people around us. Regular Maxin’ Out N Blackin’ Out Posts will resume soon enough, however I would like to share this post as I believe it will help people figure out my belief of what love truly is, and hopefully individuals can relate. Here we go again.
“What Is Love?”
What’s Love? What exactly is it? We tell each other we love each other all the time. People fall in love, they engage in relationships in which they profess such love to each other. But this love, the love I have, is different than falling in love. This love, is a word in which we use to simply tell others that we care. Being in love with somebody is different than the love for caring for others. Love, see, love is being there for the people you care about when they most need it. Love is waking back up at three or four AM just to make sure your person whom you care about is okay. Love is doing anything for others no matter what it does to you. Love is making people feel happier, reminding them of their incredible personalities, features, and other aptitudes and characteristics. Love is making people you care about smile and laugh. Love is surprising someone with something by showing them how much you care through wonderful actions. Regular love is the simplistic way of showing other human beings how much we care about them. People say you cannot love somebody else if you do not love yourself, and I can say from first-hand experience, that that is simply not true. Because I love all for whom I care about. So much, that I have so little love left inside of me to love myself. I give and give and give all of my love away to ensure the happiness of others for whom I care about, and I do so, so often that I simply run out of the love inside of me as I have given it away to so many others. And they deserve such love, because everybody deserves to be happy. And I want to be the one to deliver such smiles and happiness. Though I may self-destruct from the absence of self-love, I will remain as strong as I can, because I view myself as a sacrificial human being, dedicating my life to helping others and making sure that they feel loved. It is extremely difficult to live with on a constant basis as not being able to love yourself is an extreme difficulty. However, when it is all said and done and the sun is set, I will be content knowing that I have helped others become happy, and ultimately, I have prevented some sadness in this dark, challenging world. The world is dark, and I am just trying to bring some light back into the lives of people who need it. That, to me, is what love is.
Although this website is primarily for providing informative information about lifting and balancing your lifestyle appropriately, it is also about my passion in lifting and about the struggles that I have battled along the way, and I would like to offer advice to people who struggle daily with mental health issues as I am diagnosed with an MTFHR Enzyme disorder and anxiety disorder, which I have opened up about in the past. Today, I am going to present a piece I have written titled, “What It Feels Like to Be Lonely,” which addresses loneliness and depression. This piece I have written is rather different from other content on this website, however, this website embodies not only my Maxin’ out n’ Blackin out mentality, but also offers life advice because my overall goal in this journey is to help spread fitness and happiness. Now this piece is sort of dark, but it explains how being lonely feels, and I wrote this so people who do not understand loneliness can, and towards the end I explain why we must fight our loneliness. This is kinda dark, but here we go.
“What It Feels Like To Be Lonely”
Being lonely is different than from what you think. Its a mental thing. It’s not just being alone physically, not simply the physical absence of company causing you to yearn to surround yourself with individuals just because you want to socialize. You yearn to surround yourself with people around you so that the presence of others can distract you from loneliness. Loneliness, see, it is a constant and consistent feeling, the fear, the sadness, the desperation of wanting something, but yet you do not know what it is. You are lonely and empty, and the loneliness actually causes the emptiness, forcing you to try and find something, anything, to fill up that emptiness. You are alone. Mentally, even if you physically aren’t. Like mentioned before, You fill yourself in rooms full of people, familiar and friendly faces, momentarily filling up the deep darkness and emptiness inside of you. And for a brief moment, you are content. But in an instance your being content with the situation changes and the loneliness comes back, and the momentary happiness slips away into thin air. It is a vicious cycle. We strive to fill our loneliness. But we don’t know how to fill it, or what to fill it with. We try to find passions, careers, relationships. Or we use external methods of escape such as facing the bottle or taking that pill. But the artificial happiness created by external factors such as love and other drugs soon and suddenly evaporate. We find or search for pointless careers in which we try to find a purpose within such careers hoping we find our calling, or purpose. Some lucky ones find such purpose, but us, the lonely, cannot. Soon such loneliness will return to haunt us. The empty space within us will always fill up with momentary and artificial happiness before we are drained and stripped of such happiness or empathy, leaving us just as empty as we were before. But despite our faults, our loneliness, we smile through the pain, through the despair, the emptiness, and through the loneliness. We don’t know how to solve it, but we are trying to. There is no scientific cure for loneliness as I believe that loneliness correlates with our souls, not simply our genetic makeup regarding cognitive function. Loneliness is a matter of the soul, a soul who feels empty and alone, yet through the pain, we know we must persevere. So we smile, we are lonely, but we smile because that is exactly what we need to do. We cannot let our loneliness engulf us, we cannot let our sadness bury us. We cannot hide it, but what we can do, is fight it. Smile, day by day, fight by fight, battle with loneliness, and eventually one lone-full night, the loneliness will evaporate because we have won the fight. You cannot give up, be brave and be bright. Loneliness sucks, but we must persevere and not let it take our lives. Smile, because someday everything will be alright.
Have fun and get your drink on but keep your grades up, well, up enough so you don’t fail out. C’s get degrees and can’t spell ‘degree’ without a few D’s along the line so, stay responsible guys. Study heavy. Drink Heavy.
