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    Do you guys experience an "end of the semester" slump? Do you find that training gets harder, stress both mental and physical goes up towards finals? If you so you can buy my drug for 3 easy payments of $900. JK

    Im one of those that doesn't stress over anything(because im single(Ladies ) because the things that really matter to me are parents, sister, health and god. I like to think that I have a pretty good grip on my hierarchy of importance with the things i stated being at the top and my social life being last. I always do my best to stay up to date on my assignments and exams throughout the semester even though if im fully honest i do get bad grades sometimes as a result of me not being prepared. DAMN YOU HISTOLOGY. In my opinion and experience i feel that people who have too much on their plate, Biological stress, Psychological stress and social stress tend to get sick, fall behind and have more anxiety compared to people with less interests/ hobbies/ friends (not news) if you will.

    How do you guys respond to stress(how undertrained are you really/10) ? Discuss.

  • #2
    I tend to stress over things pretty easily, but I also happen to perform better under stress, both in school and in the gym. I produce some of my best academic / brain work under a tight deadline, and always smash PRs in the middle of a high stress volume block. I need a fire under my ass to really get going. I do have a lot of anxiety, but I think the stress is a product of anxiety, and not vice versa, for me at least.

    To destress from it all: an extra large pepperoni pizza and reading scientific literature for fun. Also single, ladies.

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    • #3
      Originally posted by llaffin View Post
      I tend to stress over things pretty easily, but I also happen to perform better under stress, both in school and in the gym. I produce some of my best academic / brain work under a tight deadline, and always smash PRs in the middle of a high stress volume block. I need a fire under my ass to really get going. I do have a lot of anxiety, but I think the stress is a product of anxiety, and not vice versa, for me at least.

      To destress from it all: an extra large pepperoni pizza and reading scientific literature for fun. Also single, ladies.
      My go to food is typically either chick fil a because macros and or Chinese food.
      Im decent when it comes to performing under stress, but just depends on what I’m doing during the stressful event. Studying, I’m typically never stressed or stressing over. Work typically doesn’t stress me unless it’s busy and my coworkers aren’t pulling their load and I can’t do my duties.

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      • #4
        Social stress is very difficult because unlike gym stress, it is not in your control.
        I think the biopsychosocial model that is described here can be useful in identifying where your stress might be coming from but we need to dig deeper to know what to do next.

        Placing your social life last might not be helping. I don’t mean that you should go to parties all the time but adding low intensity socialising (rpe6-7) can really help. Maybe getting a study group together, or joining a club at college can actually help you increase your grades. Grades go up stress goes down (possibly).

        Say being best man at a wedding is RPE 10 socialising, talking to your good friend about a life difficulty is RPE 9, talking to your mum about holiday preparations is RPE 8.5, going to a party is RPE 7 (but can reach 9-10 depending on events), going to church/study group/dinner with friends is RPE 6. Most of your socialising should b at RPE 6/7 with occasional 8/9 and at that level socialising is positive.

        Sometimes it it is unavoidably higher eg parents divorce, death in the family, and it is completely out of your control.

        If every social event you go to is 9/10 RPE You will get overwhelmed and stressed just like if you maxed out the deadlift every training session.

        Managing stress is not something you need to be perfect at just something to keep an eye on. Getting stressed out is not a moral failing. It doesn’t make you a bad person.

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        • t_angeiras
          t_angeiras commented
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          Good analogies.

      • #5
        I tend to be on the stress sensitive side of the stress spectrum. I’m always @9/10 with most things (school, training, nutrition, etc.)

        Funny enough, I don’t have that much on my plate in terms of extracurriculars/social life.

        The small portions I have on my plate are hyper focused upon, and most of the time I have doubts whether I should focus on such things. Such is life.

        Im not sure if I perform better under stress considering I only perform under stress.

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        • #6
          Good time of day .
          Don't bother reading this story.

          I'm a walking disaster . And it started from the moment I was born . My father left me and my mother . Well, nothing, she bicorbonate , and I'm freaking out looking at the happy children building itself is not news that! If you have all well SILENTLY rejoice, SILENTLY!
          Further, the school . Well, everyone goes there and I went . It was fun at first . I tried not to pay attention to the battery and go with a smile .
          Then, in 3rd grade, I got into a fight with a guy and went to the hospital . That's when I realized I didn't want to live . At all.
          Tutors at home prepared me for admission to the Lyceum proudly called "Artistic and technological". In fact, she is still a sharashka . I went to class and got a sickie. Everyone is fine, everyone has caring parents . Classmates with sluggish enthusiasm met me and safely zagnobili . What did they care? Just spoiled the psyche of the child, think !
          As time went on, I grew more and more desperate .
          When I completely ceased to understand the topics and homework , I decided that with me something not so . That I might be as dumb as a cork.
          My mother took me to the doctor, who said that everything was fine . Well, I think , so I just don't understand the theme . Day fought, the second and spat .
          And further down the slope . I didn't understand . Not that my mother demands of me . Teachers fought - fought and, too, retreated . I got ready for night school for the retarded . I truly believed that I was, for I had heard it from everyone .
          But somehow sideways I managed to finish 9 classes . And went to College . Everything! New team and study! I'm learning a lot! Pride took hold of me , but in the first semester - died . I couldn't study . I didn't understand anything . They took me to the tutor , she said that if I do not repeat the topic every day, I will forget .
          Past year . I somehow passed the exams and moved into the second semester .
          And again downhill . I began to be late for classes, topics flew out of my head, it became a burden to live and exist . Mom waved at me , and I've learned that she accepted at least some participation in school and everything. Allocation .
          People will say, " let's break through !", others will say: "let", and I want to commit suicide.
          I told you , the Story is so-so and there's no point in killing yourself. But I am at war. I want to avoid the horror that awaits me every day

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          • #7
            Originally posted by jorjo View Post
            Good time of day .
            Don't bother reading this story.

            I'm a walking disaster . And it started from the moment I was born . My father left me and my mother . Well, nothing, she bicorbonate , and I'm freaking out looking at the happy children building itself is not news that! If you have all well SILENTLY rejoice, SILENTLY!
            Further, the school . Well, everyone goes there and I went . It was fun at first . I tried not to pay attention to the battery and go with a smile .
            Then, in 3rd grade, I got into a fight with a guy and went to the hospital . That's when I realized I didn't want to live . At all.
            Tutors at home prepared me for admission to the Lyceum proudly called "Artistic and technological". In fact, she is still a sharashka . I went to class and got a sickie. Everyone is fine, everyone has caring parents . Classmates with sluggish enthusiasm met me and safely zagnobili . What did they care? Just spoiled the psyche of the child, think !
            As time went on, I grew more and more desperate .
            When I completely ceased to understand the topics and homework , I decided that with me something not so . That I might be as dumb as a cork.
            My mother took me to the doctor, who said that everything was fine . Well, I think , so I just don't understand the theme . Day fought, the second and spat .
            And further down the slope . I didn't understand . Not that my mother demands of me . Teachers fought - fought and, too, retreated . I got ready for night school for the retarded . I truly believed that I was, for I had heard it from everyone .
            But somehow sideways I managed to finish 9 classes . And went to College . Everything! New team and study! I'm learning a lot! Pride took hold of me , but in the first semester - died . I couldn't study . I didn't understand anything . They took me to the tutor , she said that if I do not repeat the topic every day, I will forget .
            Past year . I somehow passed the exams and moved into the second semester .
            And again downhill . I began to be late for classes, topics flew out of my head, it became a burden to live and exist . Mom waved at me , and I've learned that she accepted at least some participation in school and everything. Allocation .
            People will say, " let's break through !", others will say: "let", and I want to commit suicide.
            I told you , the Story is so-so and there's no point in killing yourself. But I am at war. I want to avoid the horror that awaits me every day
            Jorjo, I’m sorry you feel like you’ve been screwed from the beginning. I get that, but know that none of it is your fault. It sounds like even without thoughts of suicide you could use a professional to talk to. I see a therapist, and it’s changed my life. You are worth all the help you get.

            Feel free to DM me if you need help finding somebody.

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