
Originally Posted by
elicotton
I hear ya man. I come from a family of anorexic looking brother and sisters, but to make matters worse, I was born premature and with pneumonia in both lungs, weighed only 3.2 pounds, and spent one year in an incubator. Also, my mom had rh negative blood, so I had to have a blood transfusion at 18 hrs old. All this bs has left me with some kinda screwed up thing where nothing works right on the right side of my body, although nobody really knows this. At one point, my arms, calves, etc on my right side were 1.5 - 2 inches smaller than left side.
Then, when I was 5, I came down with spinal meningitis and spent 4 months in the hospital. When I came out, I was the fattest little bastard you've ever laid eyes on. My bf continued to grow until about 5th grade, when I finally got tired of the **** I was taking for being a fatazz, so the summer between 5th and 6th grade I ate one small meal per day, lived at the basketball court, and was so skinny by the time school started back that my friends literally did not recognize me. (BTW, I puberted during that time and went from 5'-6" to 6' tall, and haven't grown a @#4$*&# inch since.) At this point I was probably 155 pounds.
My point in all this is that I've got a skinny bastards genetics (very thin, small muscle bellies, except for my quads, hams and glutes), with the propensity to be a fatass.
But you know what? F---it! I can outwork almost any mf I know, and I can outwit the rest! Remember, you beat out 90% of the population just by showing up regularly and on-time. This applies to the gym, work, whatever. Out of the remaining 10%, you can out work 7% of them. The remaining 3% is a dogfight, and thats what life is all about.
Take no f---ing prisoners Beernutz!