I’m 5’5 and weighed 130 pounds in high school. Got up to a 150 with a pit belly and sciatica so bad I couldn’t walk a block. Said surgery was the only option because a car wreck shoved my vertebra forward in what’s called Spondylethosis (sp)That was 2015.
I don’t got no pictures of that fat dude from back then. But I know this. I’m not supposed to be here on this site. I’m supposed to be collecting disability.
I’m suffering a little bit of pain down my left leg as I type this. It never goes away but i have fought that pain down from a 9 to a 3. I dropped taking Vicodin cold turkey. There is 150 of them sitting in my dresser.
What’s my point? We never know what brings someone to where there at today. We don’t know the fight or war that goes on inside someone else.
I’m here on this site fighting to stay as mobile as I can. So that I can enjoy my life the way I like too. I’m not a fucking quitter. I’m amazed at where and how far I’ve come. I don’t compare myself against nobody but the guy I was yesterday.
I was 20+ bf with sciatica when I joined this site and now I’m 10-12 bf and can work all fucking day.
Now you know why I do what I do.
Stop trying to push your drugs on me
#pm me
#not srs
#semi srs
P.S fuck you balco


