I just found out today that infamous bodybuilder Bostin Loyd has died, apparently of a heart attack, though he was also in stage 5 kidney failure due to the (according to him) the use of an experimental peptide. It’s convenient to either take special note of Bostin Loyd’s massive steroid use or to lump him in with the slew of recent deaths in the bodybuilding world and forget the point of Bostin’s online content as well as the fact that these untimely deaths (or health crisis) have been going on for a very long time.
The great lesson Bostin was always trying to teach is that bodybuilding is driven by performance-enhancing drugs, and lots of them, not the orgy of products that the industry sells to normies like protein powders and pre-workouts. Though the videos have now been scrubbed from YouTube with the banning of Bostin, he gained his fame not by winning competitions (and he did win some), but by talking openly and honestly about the substances he used to compete, going so far as to demonstrate their use on camera (“3CCs here, 3CCs here” – he even put it on a hat).
We’re not just talking extra testosterone or a bottle full of Dianabol, here. Competitors have been using stacks of substances for more than 30 years in large quantities, including Growth Hormone, insulin, various peptides, thyroid hormones, and stimulants. He also used Site Enhancing Oil (a.k.a. Synthol), a kind of oil injected into the muscle to inflate it. The typical responses to Bostin’s videos on his full stack were, “Hey, this kid is crazy, he’s going to kill himself.” They were right, but what is often missed is that the substances and quantities were not so different from what famous pros admitted to using as far back as the 1990s.
If Bostin was guilty of anything, it was experimenting too much and pushing too far, too fast, though he admittedly slowed down years before his death. That experimentation killed his kidneys and (according to him) made him anemic at times. He fathered a child with his wife, Ariana, and seemingly intended to transition to the realm of coach (including coaching “protocols” or usage of PEDs), but everything has a cost to its benefit, and now his family is left fatherless.
This is a tragedy in the authentic sense of the word, as Bostin, with his noble authenticity and brutal honesty, suffered a downfall due to his flawed choices. Bostin died young, but so did pro Dallas McCarver, and though Dallas publicly stated he used less than Bostin, his autopsy revealed he was on at least a gram of testosterone analogs based on his blood serum levels. Thus, Bostin’s exposure of the extreme gear use in bodybuilding is educational. The industry is very dirty and few people inside the competitive circle will talk about the reality of performance-enhancing drugs, where the key to success is “use more than the other guy.”
This is in stark contrast to the “image” of bodybuilders and super-fit, super-healthy people with a squeaky-clean lifestyle.
The takeaway is that if you want an elite physique, be prepared to pay for it. You’ll pay for it in time at the gym. You’ll pay for it in food, supplements, and a (potentially) pleasure-free diet. And if you want to take it to an elite level, be prepared to pay for steroids and pay with the (at least possible) loss of your long-term health. Recently channels like “More Plates more Dates” have been challenging this last trade and promoting the idea that PEDs can be used in minimum dosages or in moderation for good effect without giving up too much in terms of long-term health in the body and mind. This advice is geared toward normies, not competitors, but be cautioned that in the end, “ain’t no free ride.” Nothing, even lifting naturally, is risk-free.
If you are feeling charitable, Bostin’s late wife has a GoFundMe to pay for funeral expenses, and of course, you can offer up a prayer. We’re all sinners.
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