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Jeff Storch — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 00:38:04 +0000

Several months after we started dating again Michele introduced me to Tony who is still my best friend to this day. Tony was a freshman at the time and was showing a great interest in working out Michele had told me. Larry and I had not been training together very much at this point and I needed a training partner. Tony did not drive so I agreed to pick him up every day after work and drive him to the gym after I went home and got a shower. We became great friends very quickly and Tony was my best man when Michele and I got married several years later.

So it began that I would pick Tony up every day we trained and drove him to Speedy’s and home again. Tony was a very strong kid and a very quick study as well. I taught him what I had learned over the last seven years under John and Gary’s tutelage simply by doing the workouts with him. It was a great advantage for Tony because he avoided all the mistakes I had made. My first several years were all trial and error. More error than trial! This sped things up for him greatly and it showed in his physique very quickly. He put on lean mass and gained strength very quickly those first six months training with me. Years later Tony told me I was sometimes a dick in how I went about things with him. I was surprised he felt this way but in looking back he was right about that. I was hard on him sometimes and kind of a cocky dick at times as well. But to Toney’s credit he took it and persevered through it all!

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Moooore book:

Jeff Storch — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 16:45:46 +0000

The evening portion of a bodybuilding competition is really more for the families and for the show promoter to make their money. There is no judging in the evening except for the overall winners of each class. Also at night you do your posing routine to music and it is ninety seconds long while in the morning it is sixty seconds without music. On the subject of music I had picked the theme from Conan the Barbarian. This is comical to me in looking back now because I feel a person’s music should match their personality and their physique. Now perhaps I had a fiery competitive sprit inside but at a whopping one hundred thirty six pounds in no way shape or form did my music parallel my physique! The powerful classical piece just did not match the package I was going to bring to the stage. However ignorance is bliss so I was happy as a clam at the time about the song.

At around six thirty the teenagers were told to start pumping up. So the whole oil and pump up process began yet again. I walked over to the backstage curtain and peaked out into the auditorium. I was shocked at how many people were out there. Holy shit it was simply packed with spectators. The morning had maybe a hundred people or so but now it was standing room only, I was simply stunned and quite nervous again.
They told my class to line up. As the show is ran in numerical order and as the promoter had said I was indeed number one and I would indeed start the show that night. The master of ceremony had information cards on each competitor and would announce your name, where you lived, trained and anyone you wanted to thank for their support. I had thanked John and Gary for their support and with that the announcer said “now let’s give it for our first competitor of the evening, Jeff Storch!” I walked out looking confident but inside I was shaking in my boots. My music started and I began going through the poses I had practiced a hundred times at least. At first the crowd sat silent and then from the darkness a baritone voice boomed “Come on now people, this young dude has busted his ass for this; let’s give it up for him!” The crowd seemed to be woke up by this and began to holler and cheer for me. I felt a huge cheese smile spread across my face and I think that is the very moment I was bitten by the bodybuilding bug. I completed my routine and was followed by the twelve other competitors in my class. After the last guy in our class excited the stage the expeditor told us to stand by and listen for our numbers to see if we were one of the three guys getting a trophy. Ten of us would be going home empty handed. Being the youngest in the show I had resigned myself I was probably one of the ones going home with nothing. It was at this point I heard the master of ceremony say, “In third place in the thirteen through seventeen division, number one, Jeff Storch!”I just stood there completely stunned! The guys in my class were all saying “GO, GO, GO man, you are in third place, you get a trophy!” I walked out on stage in a daze. A pretty trophy girl showed me where to stand, put my trophy down in front of me, put a medal around my neck and even gave me a kiss on the cheek! This is totally freaking awesome I thought to myself! The bug had really sunk its teeth into me at that point. This was going to be a long, long road!

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More Book

Jeff Storch — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 19:36:19 +0000

The final week I was told I needed to apply some fake tan. Back then all we had was QT and Sudden Tan. Both products were made by the same company and both had an orange hue to it but the sudden tan was not as bad and was browner. The stuff made you stink to high heaven. Really strong fake tan smell compared to today’s stuff and when you put two bottles of it on you smell really bad. So I stank but I was dark, I for sure had a bit of an Umpa Lumpa look to me though. My step mom asked me if I had been washing my hands in between coats. I said no and asked why. Well I soon found out why. The palms of my hands were black as coal. I went to the store that night and when I went to get my change for the items I purchased upon seeing my palm she recoiled back. I laughed and told her it was a fake tan mishap, she laughed her ass off and told me she thought I had some weird skin disease! Then she gave me my change.

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RS Transaderm

Jeff Storch — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 21:01:31 +0000

My take on Needtobuildmuscle.com RS Transaderm.
I have just completed an 8 week cycle of RS Transaderm and I must say I really do think the stuff worked, I am always a little skeptical of transdermal delivery systems but this one I think is the legit deal. I do think that the product would work better on a slightly older person like me because for one my dermis is a bit thinner than a younger persons and also the first ingredient DHEA is more effective in a person 40 and up due to naturally declining levels of this hormone as we age. Another master hormone Pregnelone will also help out a person who is older as well with naturally declining testosterone levels. The Chrysin works well it seems in a transdermal formula as well. It was proven that Chrysin does not make it through the digestive track well taken orally but if this is bypassed it works quite well as an anti-estrogen. 7,8 Benzoflavone has been clinically proven to improve healthy male hormone profiles and sexual function. In our world of bodybuilding, that means it increases testosterone secretion by the testes. Reservatrol is a powerful anti-oxidant and effective in reducing LDL lipid concentrations in the blood.
Now for how it worked on me: Every morning after showering I would rub 5 pumps of the product on my chest. It would absorb so quickly it was almost strange. I have never had any lotion or muscle rub or anything absorb so quickly. I have been half assed at best with my training, diet and even my HRT. Yes I will add I am on HRT. I have been using 250mgs of a test blend every 9 days. I have not been using anti-Estrogens or Anti-aromatase drugs and I have been leaning out as well as when I did. My strength is great as is my libido. I am not sure where my lipid profile stands at this point as I have not had it tested since starting the product. I am currently weighing in at 230# at around 7% range. The way I am eating and training I should not be doing this well. The RS Transaderm really seems to be doing the trick for me. I will defiantly re order the product and I am going to start recommending the product to my clients especially the over 40 year old crowd.

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more book for you!

Jeff Storch — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:57:29 +0000

One day I decided to have a small treat, or should I say cheat really I had a medium sized apple and I was going to put a small amount of peanut butter on it. This was my first diet cheat and I did not know that peanut butter is the devil for people on a competition diet. It all began as planned, small dabs of peanut butter on the apple, growing larger and larger and then the apple was gone…but the peanut butter however was not. I dug in with a vengeance! Nothing to drink and I am just eating this stuff like the world depended on me doing it. I finally got control of myself, well actually the three-quarter pound of chunky peanut butter sitting in my gut like a stone did! Then I freaked out! I cheated! I will run it off. Now when you consider that the amount of peanut butter I had just engulfed encompassed two-thousand two-hundred thirty-seven calories this was not in the realm of possibilities. I would have had to three-quarter of a marathon! But off I went to burn off that peanut butter! Now it was about ninety plus degrees outside and I was sweating like a dog with this lump of goo in my belly rolling around. Yes you guessed it…I started heaving really, really bad on the side of the road. If you have never vomited up three-quarters of a pound of peanut butter I would defiantly advise against trying it. It does not come up easy or smooth! That shit took work to get out! But it was gone and my cheat was nullified. So I jogged on home relieved. Now before you go off thinking this was some sort of the beginning of an eating disorder it is the only time anything like that happened during a diet. Now I have puked a thousand times from training. To me that is normal if you are training the way you should. But I never binged and purged again like that. I only cheated two other times in 26 years of competing.

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Leading up to my first contest prep…

Jeff Storch — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 02:36:42 +0000

The spring of nineteen-eighty-five I was training one night when I heard some of the guys and John talking about an upcoming bodybuilding competition. I had the previous summer attended my first competition but only as a spectator. John had actually won the overall at this competition. I also learned there was a teenage division. It is also where I saw my first Pro bodybuilder in real life. His name was Mike Christian and he was absolutely massive. I was kicking around the idea that I may give this a shot and diet for a show but in my mind’s eye I was light years away from this even being a possibility. I remarked to John that I would like to attend this show as well to watch. At this time John informed me that he had been watching me and he thought I had enough development to compete in this competition! Now I was really taken back. I felt nowhere near ready to get onstage in a pair of underwear all oiled up! I told him I did not think I was ready. He said to me if a person waits until they are ready they will never be ready! I have actually used this line over and over throughout the years. It is a truth that most bodybuilders regardless of level mostly see all of their flaws and not their gifts and strengths. I told John I would think it over. I never discussed this with my parents for months. Perhaps it was my fierce independence flexing its muscles again or perhaps I was embarrassed to tell them I would stand onstage in a pair of underwear oiled up and devoid of body hair! I was working for my Grandfather and uncle at the time and often bought my own food well a lot of it anyway so I could cover up the diet change for awhile anyway. So after a week of kicking all this around I figured what the hell!? So it was off to the races to start my prep for my first competition and basically the next 25 years of my life. Unreal to me looking back.

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More from my book

Jeff Storch — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 18:25:01 +0000

It was around this time frame that the miracle supplements began to hit the market. Two of the first big ones were Smilax sublingual and Glandular pills. A sublingual is an alcohol based solution that is placed under the tongue until absorbed, supposedly into the blood stream. Smilax was derived from the wild Mexican yam. Anabolic Steroids are also derived from the Wild Mexican Yam! The pseudo-science behind this is because steroids are taken from this plant, if we extract the juice of this plant and ingest it, it will yield steroid like effects. This is totally 100% a fallacy and a very primitive way to think of science. Mexican yams go through a multitude of processes before becoming steroids. But we did not think this through so because we did not we bought into the scams and wasted our money on this snake oil. The same goes for the Glandular Complex. These disgusting and huge tablets smelled like the Devils asshole and tasted worse! They were derived from the Bovine sources of all kinds of nasty glands…including the testicles! Yes there were balls in the pills! Yummy in the tummy! The “science” behind this was the gland once consumed would travel through the body after ingestion and stimulate the same gland in you to produce more of what said gland produced. It is all lost in the caustic environment of the gut broken down into individual amino acids. Jeff Everson editor of Flex Magazine wrote many years back that when it comes to Glandular Complexes, “one may as well eat their finger nails!” The only good part of this was the famed Placebo Effect. Because I believed this stuff was making me stronger I was stronger. Because I was stronger I moved more weight. This damaged more muscle tissue and thus I gained more lean mass than I would have without the Smilax! This brings up a good case in point. In World War Two in the Philippines malaria was rampant and soldiers were down for the count in droves. Many were dying. Doctors had run out of medicine and the soldiers were suffering badly. A doctor had the idea of giving the soldiers sugar pills to ease their anxiety. Much to the medical staff’s surprise many of the soldiers improved as if they had been given the actual drug, mind over matter. Because the soldiers believed that the medicine was going to make them better, they got better! Because I believed the Smilax and Glandular Complex helped me they did indeed help me.

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and another excerpt

Jeff Storch — Wed, 02 Nov 2011 17:30:09 +0000

Larry and I had been plugging away in his garage for about a year when I was going somewhere with my dad and as I was gazing out the passenger side window I spotted a fitness center. It was called Speedy’s Fitness Center. As we were driving by at night I could see all kinds of machines barbells and dumbbells! Speedy’s was only a few miles from my house so I decided I would ride my bike up after school the next day to check it out. I rode up there as fast as I could directly after departing the bus. I lay my bike down in the mulch bed and stood in the open door way. As I stood and watched the men at the back of the facility I was amazed to be quite honest at the scene that was currently under way. These men were very large human beings. Actually the biggest I had ever seen in real life. They were doing squats and there was a lot of weight on the bar! I remember AC/DC was playing on the radio at full blast. All the men were sweating profusely and yelling at one man who was wrapping his knees with what looked like very thick ACE bandages. As the man stood to get under the bar I was shocked as one of the other men came up behind him and delivered a very loud slap to his back. The man getting ready to perform the lift actually staggered forward as a cloud of chalk erupted from his back where the blow was struck! He yelled but it did not seem to be from the pain from the blow but more from a controlled kind of rage! He growled as he moved under the bar and hoisted it off the squat racks and slowly walked backwards. He got set and began to grind out rep after grueling rep. His face was as red as a tomato and spit flew from his mouth as he exhaled. After he completed his set he walked the weight back to the rack and set it back down. All the men were giving him praise for doing good work and were again slapping him on the back causing more chalk to explode into the air. I was stunned at what I had just witnesses and a little frightened. I do not even know if any of them saw me as they seemed to be in their own world but there was no way I was going in there! I walked back sheepishly to my bike and rode home. I had in my mind that I had to get bigger before I went to where the Titans worked out!

Yet another excerpt One night
Another Excerpt from my book. At school

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Yet another excerpt

Jeff Storch — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 10:42:09 +0000

One night we all decided to go to the YMCA for what was called “Teen Night” This was a community based program on Saturday night designed to keep kids out of mischief and pursuing a safe healthy lifestyle. I was resting outside of the weight room when I noticed a very attractive brunet with big, sexy, curly, hair (It was the eighties!) and beautiful big brown eyes! Her name was Michele and although I did not know it at the time she would one day be my wife and the mother of my son! I was looking at her and she was looking at me. I was in retrospect probably strutting around like a peacock in my neon tank top. (As I said it was the eighties!) I finally worked up the courage to go over and talk to her and asked her if she was single and it turns out she was. We kissed some that night and to be honest I was totally taken with her.

There was a logistic problem with Michele and I dating. We lived about fifteen miles apart and neither one of us drove. The day after we met at the YMCA I assured her I could ride my bike over to her house without issue. She thought I was insane! What she did not know and as I said before my cardio fitness at the time was what was insane! And so I got directions from her, well actually I got them from her mother and off I went to her house for the first time. I arrived pretty much not winded at all, just thirsty as it was summer and it was in the mid nineties and quite humid, her mom Mary, who this time and every time thereafter was trying to feed me as I guzzled down a big glass of water. I assured her I was okay and no food was needed. Michele then asked me if I wanted to take a walk around the block. Her mom read her the riot act over this saying I needed to rest after such a long bike ride. Again I assured her I was fine and taking a walk would not be an issue. I knew a walk around the block would also give me a chance to be alone with Michele which would also mean I would get a chance to kiss her some! Well worth the ride over and a walk around the block I can tell you!

Beside my three or four time a week bike hikes over to her house, Michele and I would meet up at the YMCA teen nights most every week. I learned then that Michele could not swim so I took it upon myself to teach her to swim. I am not so sure I did a great job but it was fun being with her and her in a bathing suit. It was a good thing the water was at least waist deep and cold! My fourteen years old hormones were in full swing by this time. We dated for I think another six months or so before I being a young man and quite fickle broke up with her. As I write this I feel quite guilty about breaking up with her. To be quite honest looking back I do not know why I did it as she and I got along very well and she really did nothing wrong. She was a great girl and is to this day she is a great woman, a woman who would be a very large part of my life in years to come. We were not through with each other, not by a long shot! It is astounding to me that I owe who my son Jacob is today to my pursuit of bodybuilding. If I was not into weight training I would not have gone to the YMCA. I would not have met Michele and I would not know the absolutely wonderful boy I now call my son. As I write this I am flooded with emotion to the point of tears. This crazy pursuit that gave me my son also through a tragic course of events has landed me in prison and taken me away from him. Life is an incredibly twisted road. If I had not been incarcerated I would not be writing this book either. Perhaps everything happens for a reason.

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Another Excerpt from my book.

Jeff Storch — Thu, 29 Sep 2011 19:49:22 +0000

At school I was starting to get comments from some of the students. It is unusual for a sixth grader to be showing any kind of muscularity. Many of these comments were from the girls in my classes and as I was at this point starting to take notice of the female persuasion this was just fine by me!

The fact that I was starting to notice the females in my class was in fact a good sign for my physique development as well as it meant I was starting into puberty and a testosterone surge was also in the works.

One funny incident that happened as a result of my weight training was a girl in my class named Laura who was quite the brain told me I had high blood pressure and that she could tell because of how all my veins stood out from my skin. When I stopped and thought about it, it actually made sense to me and I began to worry about it! She told me not to eat salt, which if I had indeed had high blood pressure was sound advice! When my dad got home I told him that I needed to go to the doctor. He asked “What the hell for are you sick?” I said to him in a very serious tone “No it is worse than that dad, I have high blood pressure!” He asked me who in the world told me that? I said a girl in my class said I do because my veins stick out, see! I held my arm out to display the obvious truth to what Laura had said. He then proceeded to hold out his arm that had twice as many veins that were three times the size of my puny veins and said, “you can see all my veins too and I don’t have high blood pressure! Now get your ass out of here and be a kid and go play!” he then went back to whatever vehicle he was working on and that was the end of that! I went back to school the next day and told Laura I did not have high blood pressure and she should just be quiet and mind her own business!

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