Alright /fit

Alright /fit

Heres my story of a 320lbs loser

>Be me, 21 years old. 6'1" 320lbs, a depressed loser that thought a gf would fix all my problems.
>Every girl I spoke to regularly preferred me as a friend and I used the term friendzone and started to become one of those assholes. I felt sorry for myself. One girl I fell for, she did the same thing. I had enough; I had enough of not wanting to be in pictures because of how fat I was, I had enough of being "just friends", I had enough of feeling sorry for myself.
>I walk into a 24 hour fitness and sign up; the trainer recommended I start lifting heavy shit due to my size and cut booze. Fuckitthatsoundseasy.jpg
>First week in and my body has never hurt so much.
>I stopped going out to drink with friends, start to flake when people wanna go out, start to ignore text messages. All I wanted to do was go to the gym. It was my only place that I could be genuinely angry with how far I let myself go. It was my time to reflect on how much I was hurting myself. No more
>I start buying supplements. Fat burners, preworkouts, nitric boosters, multivitamins, bcaa's, protein, casien. At one point I was popping a pill every 2 hours and I was spending a good $200 a month on supps.
>One year later, im down to 230lbs and 12% bodyfat.
>I started getting laid, I started getting confident. The girls started paying attention to me and I felt immortal.
>My stomach started cramping, I didnt give in nor pay attention. 3 months later I wake up in the most pain I have ever felt. I let an ulcer rupture my lower intestine. I was dying in my bed.

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>I let an ulcer rupture my lower intestine. I was dying in my bed.
holy shit. More

did you die?

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>I worked in retail, fuck that. I look good now, I am “Normal.” I want to fulfill my dream in law enforcement. I interviewed for Border Patrol, ace’d my test, aced the joke of a physical (really, it’s a joke)
>Well when I was in the hospital that dream was put on hold; I had my old boss drive me to the hospital because I didn’t know how to use my insurance. The nurses at first thought my nuts were tied together somehow, one catscan and they saw I was bleeding internally. The girl that sparked my health kick came to visit me in the hospital and sparks ignited. We were in a relationship.
>I didn’t get far in the Border Patrol, once my health came back I posed a risk so I couldn’t go further into the application. My heart was broken. At least I had the girl right?
>One year flew by and I thought everything was amazing, I was getting ready to propose, she ended up moving on the opposite side of the state for school. We tried visiting each other once a month, but we just fought the entire time. My heart was broken the day she said we were done. Next day I stepped on the scale.. 275lbs. What…the fuck…happened. What did I just do to myself? I stopped loving myself, I stopped caring for myself. I hated myself.
>The next month I barely ate. Half a chicken breast was normal for me to eat all day and I would still train. 3 months go by and I finally make the jump. Decabolin; I never felt so good, I never felt so alive, I never bonded with iron and rust and sweat like I was with Deca. My hair grew faster, my strength was increasing, my appetite skyrocketed and people started paying attention again. I stopped feeling sorry for myself
>I started the process to join the police force. Aced the test, aced the physical again. Met the girl of my dreams AGAIN. I didn’t get the job at the police force.. but hey; I had the girl… r-right?

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am I alone in this bitch?

Nope, I'm reading. Please continue OP.

Okay

Ooops, rewind a little.
>The wound from the surgery got in the way. For months, I was told not to do anything, my abdominals were cut open, I could reopen the wound and face an infection if I moved too much let alone fucking train. I..didnt..give..a..fuck.
>There’d be days Id go in to work, go to the gym and had blood soaking through my shirt because the stitches weren’t holding. Id bleed through my shirt and be sent “home”. Fuck that, I’m going to go train. I am honestly surprised I didn’t kill myself. Did I want to kill myself?
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>My fiancé, she loves fitness too; in fact, she was training to be a registered nurse. She even dealt with my attitude when I had it. I swear… I was a fucking asshole for no reason. My insecurities were still there, I wasn’t sure if I was good enough… wait I am right? Fuck, maybe im not. She even helped me inject even though she disagreed with it. Her reasoning? She wanted me to be happy. That’s all she wanted, she just made sure I was safe about it and didn’t get an infection.
>She watched Olympia with me, hell she bought me fucking tickets to go see Phil and Kai, she bought me Bose headphones for the gym because she knew how much I bonded with music at the gym because I was still so fucking angry. Why was I so angry?
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stop asking if we want more and just post

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>I always had an anger problem, just like everyone else. I have a story of a of a trouble child as well. My biological father had his own family..his main family. My mother had an addiction to alchohol, I have blacked out from abuse, I have been knocked out, I have gone to school with black eyes and broken bones. I have had my encounters with suicide, I have had my encounter with sexual abuse from my uncle. Was that why? Was I blaming everything from my childhood for my mistakes as a fucking grown man? Maybe.. I forgave them… I truly did
>Fast forward to a year ago, we are now engaged, I’m in love, she’s in love and we are both secure in ourselves. Stepped on the scale… 260lbs. Why? I still trained, I still took my protein like a good boy. But I ate like shit and I wasn’t burning as much as what was coming in. On top of that, I didn’t have a goal like Border patrol or the police force. “That’s not a fucking excuse user” she said to me when I broke. “This just proved you have a lack of a lack of control.”
>Fuck…shes right.
>Training, except this time no drugs. My fiancé forbid me. She said if I ended up in the hospital due to a drug induced injury that I could lose her. She wont go through it. I had to fight for real and not get the help from drugs
>Fast forward to today, im down to 242lbs and I still have a goal to hit 210 with the BMI to join the Navy. Im still engaged to the same girl. Im still training, I have chicken n rice one week and eat 5-6 times a day. I am struggling to fight just like everyone else here.
>Bitches don’t fix your problems anons. Youre upset because of the choices you made, no fucking girl is going to fix them. Im 27 now and am learning this. Love yourself and don’t get fit for anyone else; if you do..it wont last and youll relapse like I did

good read user.

hope you reach your ideal role and finally get around to doing what you wanna do.