Gainaddict
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I walked into the halls of a very preppy, very upperclass school as a freshman on my first day at 104lbs and 5ft 8in. I didn't care, why should I care? My Dr told be Id never weigh even what the other kids would weigh because I am anemic, I was ADD and medicated since 4th grade so I had been on strong amphetamine's since then and my genetics where less than desirable to say the least. I soon found myself being taunted out of Health class and frequently pushed into lockers. I dreamed of playing football but never did because the same people who found it fun to slam me into lockers played football. So I spent every night reading every single thing I could get my hands on and started going to the gym. After that year I was still just 115lbs, still bullied and becoming depressed. Junior year I took a mixed martial arts class and the coach told me that I should get into power lifting. I laughed but said what the hell. At the end of the year I weighed 130. The next year I was nearly 140. One of the biggest father figures in my life told me I should train seriously and eat seriously because I may turn out to become something. I'm 18 now and with his help and some serious faith I made it to 150 and then 155. My doctor couldn't believe it, my family couldn't believe it, hell my mom though I was juicing. Life was good, College was fantastic. In November I was driving back after a hunt on the interstate started to feel tingling in my right elbow. I tried to shake it off but realized it wouldn't go away. I ignored it for a few seconds till my legs began numbing. Soon my arms where numbing. It took all I had to press the brake and veer off to pull over. I tried as fast as I could to use my phone but my fingers began to shake and my chest began to compress and go numb. I got 911 dialed in time but in one swift movement I had collapsed and began to convulse. Luckily someone pulled over and called 911. All I remember is seeing 3 ambulances and flashing lights everywhere. The interstate was shut down northbound and southbound. A female was shouting something to me in the back of an ambulance but I don't know what she said. 5 days in the hospital and they didn't know what happened. All they told me was I would probably never fully remember the events and I wouldn't remember the pain. I told them I was not in pain I remember not feeling anything. They told me thats God's blessing, the female in the ambulance said I was yelling out in pain between blackouts. I dropped down to 140lbs in 5 days. Two weeks later I got the flu, the next month I got a severe case of Mono and missed a month of school. I weighed 122lbs in January/February. I became depressed because of all the hard work I lost. I dreamed of competing for over a year. In April my girlfriend got me to start training harder again. Soon I began dieting. I have no pictures after mono because of how much I hated my body. I didn't care if it meant I would sweat my ass off if wore pants and a hoodie to hide my figure. I got motivated again when I reached 135lbs in June. I moved to Arkansas and got a new job, started at a new gym, got my own apartment and recently a new truck. I decided to nut up and stop making excuses. Tonight, October 27th I weighed in at 158lbs. No more excuses, no more slacking. I can do this, I will do this because i am stronger than yesterday and each day I can only improve.
