Nutpuncher
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- Apr 13, 2016
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Update.
Hello fellow Brothers from so many mothers. I have been MIA for the last few weeks due to an unplanned family crisis. I am slowly going thru my messges and will return yours as soon as I can..so in couple days I'll be all caught up. I have not lifted anything since 11/15 and holy shit. I've lost so much definition. I look like I did 6 months ago. Holy shit....talk about use it or lose it. So brothers, don't lose it...use it.
I will put this log on pause. In the meantime, I will get my ass back in shape. So my current goal is to get my physique back...wasn't much, but it only possible because of hard work...and yes, hard work does pay off. It really does. I spent the last 19 days dying and on the 20th day which is today, I mark the end of the toughest battle I've ever encountered. I feel like the struggle to get clean after 10+ years of opiate pills is a cake walk compared to what I've thru in the last 20 days. I've never ever in my wildest dream ever thought I would have to fight this fight. In the last 19 days, I was near death. On Thanksgiving day 2016, I was the closest to death as I've ever been. Even in the darkest days of my addiction, I never ever came this close to death. So close that I could smell it and then realized I've that I already did, but too stupid to accept it. I died on November 9th 2016. It took me 19 days to build up enough strength and courage to fight back. Whenever someone attempts to destroy my family, I do not sit on my ass and do nothing. I don't watch shit. I do shit. So I did what I had to do whatever is needed to save my family.
Guess what? I succeeded. I did not relapse when I should have. I did not do anything that could not be undone. I did whatever I had to do to keep my family the way I know it. I fought for what I believe in and won. So Brothers, please listen and never ever give up fighting. NEVER. Not ever do you give up on what you believe in. I believed that in order for my son to succeed in life, he must not follow my addictive footsteps. I will protect him. I will make sure he grows up a safe environment with his mother and father. Why did I succeed? Because I never gave up hope even though it took me 19 days to be strong enough to fight.
Hello fellow Brothers from so many mothers. I have been MIA for the last few weeks due to an unplanned family crisis. I am slowly going thru my messges and will return yours as soon as I can..so in couple days I'll be all caught up. I have not lifted anything since 11/15 and holy shit. I've lost so much definition. I look like I did 6 months ago. Holy shit....talk about use it or lose it. So brothers, don't lose it...use it.
I will put this log on pause. In the meantime, I will get my ass back in shape. So my current goal is to get my physique back...wasn't much, but it only possible because of hard work...and yes, hard work does pay off. It really does. I spent the last 19 days dying and on the 20th day which is today, I mark the end of the toughest battle I've ever encountered. I feel like the struggle to get clean after 10+ years of opiate pills is a cake walk compared to what I've thru in the last 20 days. I've never ever in my wildest dream ever thought I would have to fight this fight. In the last 19 days, I was near death. On Thanksgiving day 2016, I was the closest to death as I've ever been. Even in the darkest days of my addiction, I never ever came this close to death. So close that I could smell it and then realized I've that I already did, but too stupid to accept it. I died on November 9th 2016. It took me 19 days to build up enough strength and courage to fight back. Whenever someone attempts to destroy my family, I do not sit on my ass and do nothing. I don't watch shit. I do shit. So I did what I had to do whatever is needed to save my family.
Guess what? I succeeded. I did not relapse when I should have. I did not do anything that could not be undone. I did whatever I had to do to keep my family the way I know it. I fought for what I believe in and won. So Brothers, please listen and never ever give up fighting. NEVER. Not ever do you give up on what you believe in. I believed that in order for my son to succeed in life, he must not follow my addictive footsteps. I will protect him. I will make sure he grows up a safe environment with his mother and father. Why did I succeed? Because I never gave up hope even though it took me 19 days to be strong enough to fight.
