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My lifelong struggle with my weight and body image
Hey everyone, posting these pics today is kinda tough for me because it brings back a lot of stuff I’ve dealt with my whole life. You know, from the time I was just a little kid in second or third grade, that’s when I first remember feeling really self-conscious about my weight. It was my birthday party in August—we were all playing some game outside, sitting in a circle with our shirts off like kids do, and someone pointed out my stomach, calling it fat. Man, that stuck with me hard. From then on, it was like this cloud hanging over me—I skipped out on pool parties all through school, avoided anything where I’d have to show skin, and just felt like everyone was judging me.
It didn’t get better as I got older. In high school, as a junior, my gym teacher decided to make an example out of me in front of the whole class. He weighed me right there—205 pounds at 17—and mocked me about how fat I was. That humiliation just piled on, and it’s been a battle ever since. I stayed a bit overweight into adulthood, hitting my heaviest around 275 pounds back in 2005.
That’s when I quit stepping on the scale altogether because I didn’t want to face it, but I probably packed on even more after that. Eventually, I got fed up and worked my way down to 200-215 pounds, and I held there for a long time. People would look at me and think I was just a bigger guy, maybe a little chubby, but I knew deep down I was still carrying too much. I could feel it in how I moved, how I felt about myself.
I’ve been a Christian since I was a boy—my dad’s a preacher, and faith has always been part of who I am. But then, bam—February 21 hit me like a ton of bricks. I was in a head-on collision with an undocumented driver going 50 mph; she nearly killed me. My heart actually stopped on impact—I had a full-on cardiac arrest. My chest started filling up with blood, and it was a slow bleed that got worse over time. I ended up in the hospital for eight long days. At first, they tried draining it with a chest tube while I was wide awake (talk about painful), but that didn’t work. My right lung was filling up, so on day four, they had to do VATS surgery to fix it, and then I had drainage tubes in both lungs to keep things stable. It was scary, and recovering from all that was no joke—three of my ribs had to be plated, and they still hurt like hell sometimes.
After the hospital, it was five months of physical therapy three days a week, plus seeing a chiropractor three days a week right up through August. They finally discharged me from PT because there wasn’t much more they could do, so I was on my own at home, figuring out how to rehab myself and get any real strength back. That’s when things got even tougher with the weight—I was stuck immobile for so long that I gained even more, and it brought back all those old feelings of embarrassment. Going to the pool with my family in the summer? Forget it; I felt awful about myself all over again.
But that accident didn’t just break my body—it reignited this spark for the Lord and doing His will in a way I hadn’t felt in a while. Church has always been a major part of my life, but going through that near-death experience? It reminded me that God’s got a plan, and He’s been pulling me through. I believe He wants me to help others, just like I’ve tried to do in the past, sharing what I’ve learned to lift folks up.
That low point was what finally pushed me to make a real change. I started hunting around on YouTube for workout routines that made sense for someone like me, tips on how to exercise right without hurting myself more. And while I was sitting at home healing with nothing but time, I dove deep into researching peptides. I was already trying to eat better and move more, but I hit this wall where the results just weren’t coming fast enough. So I decided to give peptides a shot—headfirst, like I do everything.
I read everything I could find, watched videos, studied up on the science. Now, since August, thanks to my awesome attorney who got me some funds to set up a small home gym, I’ve been training like a bodybuilder five days a week. I’m on a strict intermittent fasting routine, and I’m using a whole host of peptides—20 different ones, to be exact. I’ve got this mindset that it’s the combo of all that—the hardcore workouts, the disciplined eating, and those peptides—that’s letting me burn fat like crazy while keeping my muscle and the overall structure of my body intact. It’s working wonders, and I know it’s all part of a bigger purpose.
These days, I’m in the best shape of my life—leaner, stronger, and feeling healthy inside and out, with blood work to back it up. I’ve been sharing all this stuff online the last few weeks because I want folks to know the why behind it, the tools and tricks that helped me turn things around after all that trauma. It’s not just about losing weight; it’s about feeling good in your own skin, silencing those voices from the past that used to drag you down, and living out what God calls us to do.
If any of this hits home for you—if you’re trying to drop some pounds, recover from something tough, or just want tips on peptides, workouts, faith, or whatever—shoot me a DM. I’d love to chat and help out however I can. We’re all in this together, and I’m here because I know what it’s like to need that support.
#ShadowsToStrength #MyJourney #PeptideLife #FromTraumaToFit #FaithFueled #KeepGoingFriends
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My lifelong struggle with my weight and body image
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