Why Do My Friends Feel So Good While I Feel So Bad?

My name is Tim. My friends go out a lot. Hiking. Swimming. Dating. Socializing. Climbing. Dancing. Running. I used to be like that.

But when I turned 44 last year, all my friends said, “Tim, you’re starting to act like an old man.” Well, they didn’t look or act old, so how could I? The remarks hurt slightly, but I brushed them off and changed the subject.

When I got home, I had a heart-to-heart talk – with myself. And I finally started to face facts. I finally started to be honest with myself. I was tired a lot. I did have bags under my eyes – almost as much as my 74-year-old Dad’s. I had been passed over for promotions twice, while guys just as old as me got promoted.

(My boss told me privately that I just wasn’t getting as much done as they were – not even half as much. He said I’d lost that “fire in the belly” I used to have.) When friends asked me to go out and do things in the evening, I said “no” almost every time. Worst of all, I was even saying “no” when the company I might have joined included some stunning beauties I’d been eyeing.

And I was getting fat and flabby. I don’t want to bring my Dad into it too much, but frankly, I think he was leaner, stronger, and more active than me in the last few years. And he’s thirty years older than I am.

My boss had a point. My co-workers in my age group – and even a little older – looked better, worked harder (twice as hard!), and played ten tons harder than I could.

I had to face facts. They were ordinary healthy guys in their mid-forties and early fifties. And they were doing great. But I was a wreck. I was not in the normal category anymore. Something was wrong with me.

Funny thing was, I had no other symptoms. I didn’t seem to be sick. I hadn’t been injured. There wasn’t a tremendous amount of stress in my life – not enough to cause this kind of massive malaise, anyway.

Then my best friend Jim – yes, he’s one of those guys I know who felt so good while I was feeling like crap all the time – took me aside. He said he’d been concerned about me lately. He told me he was in a similar plight ten years ago before I knew him.

Turns out a lot of people have a deficiency of Human Growth Hormone (HGH), and he was one of those people. He went to this clinic – the one that runs this site – and got tested, and that’s how he found out.

He said most family docs, and even many specialists, aren’t clued into one of the biggest happiness killers out there: Adult-Onset HGH Deficiency. He said the clinic was the best there was. They put him on a customized program just for him and got his hormones back in balance.

Now he’s one of the healthiest, most energetic, and hard-charging guys you’ll ever know. And he looks it, too – and ten years younger than his actual age. Ten years ago, you’d never know that he was just as sick as me.

Guess what I’m doing right now? – you guessed it. I’m contacting the clinic and setting up an appointment to get tested.

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