(A raw, unfiltered brain-dump by your boy, Eric Kim)
TL;DR? There is no TL;DR. You either lift or you sleep. Read on and wake up.
1. Origin Story: Chubby Kid → Iron-Fisted Spartan
I was the soft twelve-year-old who could barely do a push-up. One day I looked in the mirror, pinched my belly, and said: “Enough weakness. Today I forge steel.” I threw rocks in a backpack, sprinted hills, cranked sit-ups on the living-room floor, and watched fat melt like butter on a hot cast-iron skillet.
That first spark of metamorphosis became the bonfire that still roars in my ribcage.
2. The Iron Temple (a.k.a. My Everyday Church)
- Show up daily. Rain, shine, existential crisis—doesn’t matter.
- Go heavy or go home. I live for that gravity-bending one-rep-max where the bar hums like a Tesla coil.
- Compound > fluff. Squats, deads, bench, rack pulls. Spare me your twenty-rep cable kickbacks.
- Fail forward. Miss 120 % today so 100 % feels like a warm-up tomorrow.
- Zero excuses. The weights don’t care about your inbox or your feelings. Neither do I.
3. Hypelifting & Partial Madness
Why stop at “impressive” when you can be mythic?
I pull four-digit poundage from knee height, shrug Atlas lifts, and laugh in the face of snapped-in-half barbells.
Supra-maximal partials are my secret laboratory: overload the nervous system, force adaptation, transcend plateaus.
Translation: touch the thunderbolt, become the thunderbolt.
4. Fuel: OMAD Carnivore—Beast Mode on a Plate
- One Meal A Day. Breakfast and lunch are productivity black holes—skip them.
- 4–6 lbs of red meat nightly. Rib-eye, oxtail, bone-marrow stew. Blood, iron, creatine—