Why I started
I am in my forties. I work five days a week, eight hours a day, in a supermarket. I run the bakery section, I unload deliveries, I stock shelves, I break down pallets. Physical work, all day, on my feet.
Most weeks I start at 6am and finish at 2pm. Some weeks I start at 2:30pm and finish at 10:30pm. Three or four nights a month I work overnight, and those are the ones that wreck everything.
Two years ago I noticed the things you notice at this age. Getting off the floor was harder. My back hurt in ways it had not before. My belly was growing even though I was on my feet all day. I had no strength left for anything outside work.
I was doing physical labour eight hours a day and getting weaker. That was the part I could not understand at first.
Here is what I learned: physical work is not training. Carrying boxes wears you down without making you stronger. It is repetitive, it is one-sided, and it never progresses. You get tired, you get sore, and you get nothing back.
So I joined a commercial gym. I had trained a little at home with resistance bands before, but that was not enough. I needed real load.
Two years later I train two to four times a week, depending on what the schedule allows. I am currently in a slow bulk. I am not a bodybuilder and I do not want to be. I want to be able to do my job for another twenty years without my body falling apart.