I just wanted to tell you guys how much all of you mean to me. If your willing to listen, I wish to tell you about my story, a tale of lifts, shitty food allergies, unrequited love, and Serbian ethnic nationalism. I'm writing this in the hope that another lonely, sad user will see this and begin his own fitness journey.
>December 23, 2015
>17 years old, 5,11 and 150 pounds of pure pathetic beta.
> I was a swimmer and runner so I had good cardio but I was pathetically weak.
> I didn't have any friends at all outside of vidya friends online.
> I was pretty depressed at this point, had suicidal thoughts.
> Was a history autist but I didn't think I had a future in that, directionless.
> One day remember what I wanted to be when I was a kid.
> I wanted to be in an Army Ranger.
> The next day I discovered Veeky Forums.
> Really don't know what i'm doing but I begin to hit the gym.
> Couldn't even lift the fucking bar.
> Didn't give up, read all I could about dieting and routines, I wanted this more then anything.
> Made plenty of noob mistakes, but I fixed those and never let myself give up.
> Lifts making steady progress, always going up.
> Suicidal thoughts and depression melt away.
> The Dopamine spikes I got from lifting were slowly melting away.
> By this point, I had even begun to make friends at school.
> Their names were Owen and Noah, and though I didn't know it at the time, great things would come of this friendship.
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