I believe my heaviest was 232 natural while in prison. I didn't even think I had accomplished anything because many of my friends and workout partners had great genetics. All black guys. There were plenty of black guys with shit genetics too. But there wasn't one white guy out of the 800+ who looked like them except for 2 that were on steroids. The strongest guy there was a white guy shaped like a potato. At the time I didn't realize what I had accomplished, I went from 160-something to that in 2 years. I'd never worked out on the street, barely ate, who needs food when you have unlimited cocaine? I didn't like that weight though, I could feel the extra effort to just carry it around. I ended up going back down to 208-210 after I spent a few months at the heavier weight. One of my friends was a personal trainer and he had the biggest impact on me. He said I needed to stay heavy for a while for my body to get used to the heavier weight for homeostasis. I've never seen anyone do a leg workout like he made me do. Puking after a set of squats wasn't unheard of. I fell many times walking back to the dorm because my legs were jelly. Knowing what I know now I could have done better with my diet while bulking. I was in my early twenties so that helped a lot as we know. I didn't really understand how strong I was until I got into a fight, a brawl really. I wasn't in it until I saw a guy with a weapon sneak up behind my boy who was busy with someone else. Without thinking or planning I grabbed the guy by his pants and shirtand threw him like, I don't know, a discus? A stone throw or something? Anyway after I grabbed him i did probably a 300 and something degree spin and threw him. It kind of shocked me that he flew somewhere between 10 and 15 feet. My estimate is bad, but I was kinda busy at the time. I think I instinctively threw him because he had that little club and I wanted him away from me. Don't get me wrong, he was a little guy, probably 160 at most. He didn't rejoin the fight, that's all I can remember. I can only imagine how it felt flying through the air and landing on concrete. I didn't mean to tell that story, I haven't thought about it in years. I never try to get much above 220 since, even on gear. The AAS changes the look though. You know what I'm talking about.