Hi, this is my first Thread, I hope I got everything right and in order, Ill start with my brief story… if you like you can skip right to the body statics but this explains how i went to 125 lbs, yes 125 lbs (I prefer the term skinny as fuck) and i was 6 ft, to 189 lbs w 12 to 13% body fat. and why I’m dead serious about my training, diet, transformation and overall health.
I have a blood disease, called spherocytosis, its not dangerous, but in my case it got to a point where it put my life at risk,this disease causes my red blood cells to be misshapen, instead of the regular form they have a sphere form, also I have a naturally ( and because of the sickness) weak immune system.
the misshapen but otherwise healthy red blood cells are mistaken by the spleen for old or damaged red blood cells and it thus constantly breaks them down, causing a cycle whereby the body destroys its own blood supply (auto-hemolysis).
this causes the spleen to grow at an abnormal rate pushing against the stomach, taking most of my energy, by the growing rate (its like a muscle) and my stomach getting smaller, thus eating less, and giving a constant feeling of weakness, but still, many things got in the way for my and my family to find out something was wrong,
1st) everyone in my family its skinny to muscular on my mothers side, and skinny to skinny on my dads side so everyone thought I was just naturally skinny and nothing was wrong
2nd) It is an hereditary disease, and i haven’t seen my father for 8 years, hell, at least he could’ve warned me ( hey son how is it going, by the way, u have a genetic blood disease, u might wanna check that out “thumbs up”)
3rd) I have always been into sports, since I was a little kid, but i did get sick a lot, but my mind was always in the game, and i have always have a stubborn character so every time i felt sick i tried to pay no attention.
sorry if im boring you, but i have a point, trust me.
on the summer of 8ght grade to 9nth i was really into bmx and i was on a skate park, ride a ramp, fell scarred style, but I felt fine… that night i felt a weird pain on my stomach, but payed no attention,
6 days later, I was at my grandmas house watching a movie with my uncle and cousins, (rat race if I remember right, damn that jewish dude its funny) when i began to feel a pain in my stomach, I got up, went out the hallway and that’s when things got ugly.
I felt like a ton of bricks fell right to my shoulders, so I felt to the floor, the pain got unbearable, the small blood vessels on my eyes burst because of the tension, stress and pain my body was going trough, normally, the doctors told me that most people faint at this point, somehow i didn’t, this also caused temporary blindness so, imagine my surprise that at one second i was laughing, and the next i was half blind with an internal bleeding wreaking havoc on my peritoneal area.
Ill try to speed things up, but there’s really no easy way to explain this, they took me to the hospital, a piece of shit, dumb fuck doctor was on the E.R., they gave me morphine, and the little fucker tells that a have a simple peritonitis, gives me a couple of pills and head back home, couldn’t sleep in the whole night and in the morning i went to the bathroom, and surprise! i was peeing blood, rushed back to the hospital and told me that i MIGHT have an appendicitis, i went to the O.R. the doctors found 2 lts of blood on the peritoneal area, there was an electrical storm that fucking night, they told that the lights go out for a few seconds, then the emergency power went on…
they saw that the spleen had a small cut and was a little bigger than normal, that caused the bleeding, because of the fall I had taken, i was bleeding for 6 days.
Doctors told me that they had no idea how i survived, in such a weak state, i was running out of blood, literally, none of this would have happened if i didn’t had the grown spleen because of the sickness.
They told me i had spherocytosis, and explained why I had so many overall health problems, and the couldn’t remove the spleen because i was too young (13)
I was bed ridden for over a month, couldn’t get up for nothing, even if i wanted to, and absolutely no physical activities other than walking, i wasn’t allowed to run, jump, or anything, they feared that the spleen would break again, my self esteem went to the floor, I felt sick, weak, worthless, abandoned (my father didn’t showed up even when i was about to die) and i based my whole self esteem on my ability to play sports, i was bullied at school, for being skinny, weak, i got in 1 or 2 fights, just because i was tired of being bullied, i got depressed at such a young age, the my 8th, 9th and 10th grades were the worst 3 years of my life… I experienced the most unbearable physical pain i have ever felt, literally felt like dying, a few weeks after the incident I suffered post-traumatic stress after that, it manifests on the form of nightmares, some of they still hunt me till this day, but i have become stronger than them.
after that, I finished 9th grade and went to high school, The doctors let me play basket ball again, and to be honest, from being a star player on jr high, i went to a mediocre or less player on high school, i didn’t gave up though, but the sickness got its toll on me, i was weak, getting sick.
I was on a practice one day, when i felt a strong pain on my stomach, rushed to the hospital, and finally i was old enough so they can take my spleen out…
went to the O.R. again, I had just met my girlfriend, we were dating for a few weeks, we used to meet after practice, when i thought things were getting brighter and I was already getting in and out of the hospital. It was a laparoscopical surgery.
Recovery was a bitch… and i weighted about 120 pounds and i was 6 ft, literally just bones, and skin, i have no pictures of the following year, i didn’t let anyone take one if I was going to be on it.
The removal of the spleen caused my health to improve, but i still have a weak immune system, and probably always will. At least the self consuming cycle ended since my spleen inst taking my energy anymore.
Then one day i looked at the mirror, and hated the guy staring back at me, a weakling that lost his will to fight, I quit the basketball team, and decided that Im done being a skinny ass weakling, what if some day i needed to protect my girlfriend, my family, or myself, i was always sick, and my family always worried about me, and i was done with that, I got so mad, so angry, but i got an incredible drive out of it that still flows in me… so I took my first steps into the gym, and it was hell, but trough reading, trail and error, advice, (most of it bad advice, there was a 6 month period or so that I went 6 times a week to the gym performing routines that were extremely high volume, about 30 to 35 sets total, spending 2 and a half hours at the gym, and most likely not eating enough) I got some results, and most of the trainers on my town are a bunch of dudes that tell you that the only way to get bigger is to get fatter( there its some truth about that, but their advice are greatly exaggerated) and if you are stuck, or on plateau use roids. There is a lot of ignorance roaming around the gyms, Im not calling myself an expert, but i know more than most so-called trainers…
Anyways… thanks for reading if some of you did, and I need all the help i can get to reach my goals…I wont give up to anything, Thanks in advance.