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Its been 6 weeks since my liver surgery.And 1 week since I had a shoulder abcess removed in my left dealt.Doctor doesnt want me to do anything but cardio until late August.So what the hell do I do?
I weighed myself the other day 195-196lbs,hmm,thats about 50 fucking lbs. I lost since the tumor ruptured 2 months ago and Im almost crossed to the other side where either the angels fly or the demons poke you with pitchforks. 50 FUCKING POUNDS!!! all I have been doing is walking and walking some more.There is a real nice promenade here along the waterfront,and I walked that bitch almost everyday the past 2weeks.Yea,nice walk,and I have been feeling alot better but something was missing.
I went to my friends gym 3 times this past week and a half.I decided to go there because no one knows me,I can start over fresh without all the looks and questions "holy shit,what happened?"
All I can say is what a humbling experience.The weights feel heavy,even the damn bar felt heavy the first day.But today,my 3rd time in there,I wore a tanktop..fuck it.And guess what,Im already stronger,I had a real nice pump that caused my friend to say "wow dude,you look great".Im pleased considering everything that I went through,I look pretty good,cut and tight,with a hint of the serious thickness I had.
All I can do is upper body because the incision/scar is right on my upper abs and I want to avoid a hernia or other serious set back.
My arms are down from 21+in. to 18 inches,my shoulders,chest,back are all smaller,and weaker,but I have to say I looked in that mirror,flexed what I have,and I almost started crying right then and there.
Not tears of sadness,no way.I wanted to just keep flexing and cry tears of joy.Because,brothers Im alive,I almost met my maker 2 months ago.I have gone through fucking hell.Facing a fear of death,that noone should have to face.I spent nights alone in that hospital bed wishing that I did die.Crying my eyes out.Asking why the hell did this happen to me?Angry at myself,hating myself,and asking God why he left me,why put this on me?
And here I am today,I feel great,Im looking forward to life.My family is behind me 100%,my girl loves me unconditionaly.Im looking to start a new career soon and get engaged,start a family,live my life.And as I said,I will allow myself one simple pleasure,a few days a week in the gym,to feel the cold iron,to hear the sound of plates clanging together.To build my strength back,to become healthier then I ever was,to look better then I ever did.
Most people do not understand why the steel means so much to me,but you guys do.I walked in that gym and I felt like I was home.Im home brothers,Im home.......
I weighed myself the other day 195-196lbs,hmm,thats about 50 fucking lbs. I lost since the tumor ruptured 2 months ago and Im almost crossed to the other side where either the angels fly or the demons poke you with pitchforks. 50 FUCKING POUNDS!!! all I have been doing is walking and walking some more.There is a real nice promenade here along the waterfront,and I walked that bitch almost everyday the past 2weeks.Yea,nice walk,and I have been feeling alot better but something was missing.
I went to my friends gym 3 times this past week and a half.I decided to go there because no one knows me,I can start over fresh without all the looks and questions "holy shit,what happened?"
All I can say is what a humbling experience.The weights feel heavy,even the damn bar felt heavy the first day.But today,my 3rd time in there,I wore a tanktop..fuck it.And guess what,Im already stronger,I had a real nice pump that caused my friend to say "wow dude,you look great".Im pleased considering everything that I went through,I look pretty good,cut and tight,with a hint of the serious thickness I had.
All I can do is upper body because the incision/scar is right on my upper abs and I want to avoid a hernia or other serious set back.
My arms are down from 21+in. to 18 inches,my shoulders,chest,back are all smaller,and weaker,but I have to say I looked in that mirror,flexed what I have,and I almost started crying right then and there.
Not tears of sadness,no way.I wanted to just keep flexing and cry tears of joy.Because,brothers Im alive,I almost met my maker 2 months ago.I have gone through fucking hell.Facing a fear of death,that noone should have to face.I spent nights alone in that hospital bed wishing that I did die.Crying my eyes out.Asking why the hell did this happen to me?Angry at myself,hating myself,and asking God why he left me,why put this on me?
And here I am today,I feel great,Im looking forward to life.My family is behind me 100%,my girl loves me unconditionaly.Im looking to start a new career soon and get engaged,start a family,live my life.And as I said,I will allow myself one simple pleasure,a few days a week in the gym,to feel the cold iron,to hear the sound of plates clanging together.To build my strength back,to become healthier then I ever was,to look better then I ever did.
Most people do not understand why the steel means so much to me,but you guys do.I walked in that gym and I felt like I was home.Im home brothers,Im home.......