Hi everyone... I've been lurking around here for the last week or so and have been having a blast reading a lot of the articles and threads. Just thought I would share a bit of the story of what I've gone through over the last couple of years.
Well, I got married a few years back to a girl that I loved very much. I'd been playing the field and having a great time since college and decided to settle down with this one. She was very hot and loved sex. After we got married, she was giving me sex 6-8 times a week, and sometimes way more! Then, a curious thing happened... while serving in the military, I got deployed. When I came home a mere 4 weeks later, I had been shot through the shoulder and had been impaled with a fragment of metal through my pelvis. I had 3 corrective surgeries and started the hard road of recovery. Obviously, we weren't able to have sex like we used to. At first, she was ok with this, but she increasingly showed more and more anxiety. She started to get a bit abusive with little things like hitting me in the spots where I had had surgery, and wiggling needles around in me to give me big bruises when she would give me injections to prevent clotting. Now, I was usually really doped up on morphine, but when I was lucid enough, I would kick her ass out when she would do stuff like this.
Things kept getting worse. Before my injury, I was doing competitive weightlifting and training for an Iron Man. I didn't realize just how much relied on exercise to control my weight. I went from a muscular 205 to a VERY flabby 285 over the course of a year. Due mostly to my wife's refusal to cook and forcing me to rely more and more on fast food as a demanding military work schedule kept me out of the house. About a year after those injuries, I also suddenly became impotent. When I went to the doctor, they thought I had Peyronie's disease. When they did the surgery to remove the blockage, what they found wasn't a buildup of plaque, but a tumor that was found to be MALIGNANT!
After having that removed, I had to have radiation therapy. This had the side effect of killing testosterone production and making me hypoglycemic. At about this time, I caught my wife with another man, and tossed her out for good. At the same time, I was medically discharged from the military due to all of these ailments.
At first, I just sorta curled up in a ball and embraced self-loathing and bitterness. I had a horrible limp. The doctors told me I could never run or lift weights again. I was 80 pounds overweight. I was unemployed. I had a terrible hormone imbalance that was out of control... I stayed like this for several months.
Well, enough was enough. I felt like I was going to be dead soon, and I really didn't want that. I wanted to be my old self again. So, I hired a SMOKING hot personal trainer to help me out. She advised me on having a better diet and helped me learn how to exercise around my limitations. The weight started coming off. This encouraged me to do more. I went to a veteran's advocate and got put on a higher priority list at the VA hospital. I finally got the medication I needed to get my hormone imbalance under control. I started working more with a physical therapist to help me walk better. Then, I started to want to better myself in every way. I went back to school and finished degrees in English and Classics (I already have degrees in Computer Science and Aerospace engineering -- I just wanted to make some $$$ from the GI Bill and had no interest in graduate work!) I learned to read and write Old English and Latin and am working towards a graduate degree in Medieval studies. My overall health continued to improve. I even started dabbling in using the eliptical machine to do a "run-like" motion and using light free-weights. My strength and stamina slowly returned. With some newly found confidence, I started attending job fairs, and my life started to really turn around.
Now, I have landed an engineering job with a DoD contractor developing new weapons systems, I am down to a VERY muscular 225, I am bench pressing 325 and leg pressing 850, and I just ran 4.5 miles yesterday! I've been doing little things here and there to really expand myself. I go to a ballroom dancing class once per week and I'm doing a cooking class every other week. I've been doing odd jobs around the house fixing it up here and there and throwing some pretty great parties just about every weekend. Which brings me to the best part... the women! I've been running some serious game on most of the hot women I see. Getting rejected some and driving some others wild! I'm meeting a really cute girl for coffee tomorrow, and I'm meeting up with another hottie at a concert in a couple of weeks. Oh, and that smoking hot trainer? Goin' out with her this weekend
So there you have it. My little story of crashing and burning and then pulling myself up out of it. I'll be around... at least until my job bans this site!
Well, I got married a few years back to a girl that I loved very much. I'd been playing the field and having a great time since college and decided to settle down with this one. She was very hot and loved sex. After we got married, she was giving me sex 6-8 times a week, and sometimes way more! Then, a curious thing happened... while serving in the military, I got deployed. When I came home a mere 4 weeks later, I had been shot through the shoulder and had been impaled with a fragment of metal through my pelvis. I had 3 corrective surgeries and started the hard road of recovery. Obviously, we weren't able to have sex like we used to. At first, she was ok with this, but she increasingly showed more and more anxiety. She started to get a bit abusive with little things like hitting me in the spots where I had had surgery, and wiggling needles around in me to give me big bruises when she would give me injections to prevent clotting. Now, I was usually really doped up on morphine, but when I was lucid enough, I would kick her ass out when she would do stuff like this.
Things kept getting worse. Before my injury, I was doing competitive weightlifting and training for an Iron Man. I didn't realize just how much relied on exercise to control my weight. I went from a muscular 205 to a VERY flabby 285 over the course of a year. Due mostly to my wife's refusal to cook and forcing me to rely more and more on fast food as a demanding military work schedule kept me out of the house. About a year after those injuries, I also suddenly became impotent. When I went to the doctor, they thought I had Peyronie's disease. When they did the surgery to remove the blockage, what they found wasn't a buildup of plaque, but a tumor that was found to be MALIGNANT!
After having that removed, I had to have radiation therapy. This had the side effect of killing testosterone production and making me hypoglycemic. At about this time, I caught my wife with another man, and tossed her out for good. At the same time, I was medically discharged from the military due to all of these ailments.
At first, I just sorta curled up in a ball and embraced self-loathing and bitterness. I had a horrible limp. The doctors told me I could never run or lift weights again. I was 80 pounds overweight. I was unemployed. I had a terrible hormone imbalance that was out of control... I stayed like this for several months.
Well, enough was enough. I felt like I was going to be dead soon, and I really didn't want that. I wanted to be my old self again. So, I hired a SMOKING hot personal trainer to help me out. She advised me on having a better diet and helped me learn how to exercise around my limitations. The weight started coming off. This encouraged me to do more. I went to a veteran's advocate and got put on a higher priority list at the VA hospital. I finally got the medication I needed to get my hormone imbalance under control. I started working more with a physical therapist to help me walk better. Then, I started to want to better myself in every way. I went back to school and finished degrees in English and Classics (I already have degrees in Computer Science and Aerospace engineering -- I just wanted to make some $$$ from the GI Bill and had no interest in graduate work!) I learned to read and write Old English and Latin and am working towards a graduate degree in Medieval studies. My overall health continued to improve. I even started dabbling in using the eliptical machine to do a "run-like" motion and using light free-weights. My strength and stamina slowly returned. With some newly found confidence, I started attending job fairs, and my life started to really turn around.
Now, I have landed an engineering job with a DoD contractor developing new weapons systems, I am down to a VERY muscular 225, I am bench pressing 325 and leg pressing 850, and I just ran 4.5 miles yesterday! I've been doing little things here and there to really expand myself. I go to a ballroom dancing class once per week and I'm doing a cooking class every other week. I've been doing odd jobs around the house fixing it up here and there and throwing some pretty great parties just about every weekend. Which brings me to the best part... the women! I've been running some serious game on most of the hot women I see. Getting rejected some and driving some others wild! I'm meeting a really cute girl for coffee tomorrow, and I'm meeting up with another hottie at a concert in a couple of weeks. Oh, and that smoking hot trainer? Goin' out with her this weekend
So there you have it. My little story of crashing and burning and then pulling myself up out of it. I'll be around... at least until my job bans this site!