This last year I've been crawling out of some deep depression, coupled with a handful of other colorful brain problems. It's been like trying to climb out of a pit - your fingers dig into the mud, you claw your way forward, and then you slip and fall.
You're back at the bottom, worse for wear, and now you have to start the climb again.
I was super massively obese, and recovering from a shoulder injury left lifting routines a moot point - I would lose 30 pounds and then gain 20, I'd manage a string of sessions and then fuck my shit up.
In January I fell for that quintessential Her - when I saw her eyes for the first time my heart stopped. Seriously - chain-smoking cigarettes, 350 pounds easy, not a day of cardio in my life. When I felt that pain my chest I thought I was having a heart attack. Since then, I haven't been able to stop thinking about her. Since then, it feels like a fire has been kindled inside me - I have lost more than a hundred pounds. My training notebook is littered with blocks of programming rather than half-empty pages. I can run a sub 7 minute mile.
I've accomplished so much in the last 6 months - I'm in the best shape of my life. I weigh less than I did in the 6th grade. But I can't stop thinking about her.
Everything is boiling down to this chance, this one shot I have to meet her this Summer.
Every day I'm just bracing for that crash landing.
>Also, how can I perfect my OHP form? Is leaning back too much a problem or is it okay for certain body types?
Lean back just enough to get the bar out from under your chin. It's not that leaning back is a bad thing persay, it's just a crutch that needs to be abused further the heavier the weight. There's no end to the sway-back.
And I know how it goes with dogs, man.
I was the only one who could stay with my pup as he was put down.
I still remember standing there, alone with him, holding him as he went. All I could do was mumble, "Sleep Tight, Pupper," before I broke down bawling.