Klump
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I was already a big guy but at least I was athletic, I participated in sports for years, basketball in high school, rugby at college and university and then judo years after graduating. Nevertheless, I was unable to shift the weight permanently.
Shit hit the fan in February 2024. I weight 163kg on the day. After destroying my knee in a judo competition I was sent to the hospital. They cut me up six ways to Sunday. I had an emergency bypass, vein graft taken from my left thigh and put into the right. 2 fasciotomy wounds on both sides of my lower right leg to counter the compartment syndrome and an external fixation to top it off. I woke up from surgery and I felt pain, I asked the nurse if I still had my leg, she said yes. I look, my toes are not moving, same for my ankle, WTF. My foot is pointing down and can’t move back up. A tear drops from my eye. I’m a fucking cripple now.
It was time to eat and I have to sit up. I’ve got a huge fucking belly and it’s resting close to the ex-fix and the pressure is agonising I refused to eat and laid back down. I ended up losing 23kg in 2 weeks because it was a pain to eat. Years of muscle growth gone in weeks what a joke. Dietician gets me on the shakes to fatten me up and double potions of protein. My binge eating exploded. I’m getting my sister to get me my favourite pastries, cookies, sweets like it’s my 600lbs life. 4 months in I left the hospital at 170kg fat as fuck, JFL.
(this picture is 1 year post knee surgery)
Now I’ve lost all my muscle and I’m fatter than before. IT’S OVER. I did every I could I walked as much as I could, did the exercises the physios told me to do, I made good progress in the beginning. I was able to have my knee surgery early as a result. However my weight and binge eating was slowing down my progress. The physios wanted me to stop coming without telling me to stop coming. Don’t worry I know how to take a hint. I haven’t seen them since. This was 1 year post op. Fat and ugly as ever. I caught a glimpse of myself before entering the shower the shock horror.
Changes had to be made. I walked 4k steps everyday in slippers even if I was in pain. What’s the worst that could happen. Lost some weight it was summer and it was nice outside. But winter came and the rain with it because of swelling none of my shoes fit my right foot. Fuck it, no choice I’m just going to walk with them anyway. Boom ingrown nail, I’m use to pain so I was unbothered. However infection soon followed. Cutting it out did not solve the problem. I had to get antibiotics. Fixed it and I returned to work fat as fuck and not ready. I made some progress but a couple Christmas parties later, I’m back to baseline (170kg).
On New Year’s Day I ordered a vial of Reta and bac water from a reseller, while I waited for my shipment from china to come. The cope had to stop. Natty life sucks balls
