spartandomme117

Gonna get real here. I was told today how *lucky* I am to have the body I do and how it wasn’t fair how genetics screw some people. Sorry but shut the fuck up. I AM SELF MADE. My genetics gave me PCOS, AS with unbelievable chronic pain plus the meds cost $8000 every two weeks, dairy allergy, IBS, garbage thyroid plus other fucked up hormones which work to keep me overweight and feeling weak, severe clinical depression and anxiety. I have previously wanted to die from the pain of my joints fusing. I grind them every goddamn day to stay mobile. Bone on bone. I’m the first person ever in my family to attend a gym, the rest don’t believe in it and think my diet is insane because they eat junk food all the time. All females in my family are obese, diabetic, osteoporotic, depressed and/or bipolar. I have broken 17 bones had 4 concussions and went the gym 6 days a week as much as possible through all of it, including on crutches and in knee shoulder and back braces. I count every calorie I eat. Natty female hormones will also always be working against me and my fitness goals of muscle growth and low bmi relative to a males. It’s easy to make excuses for yourself (way easier than calorie counting and grinding max effort through relentless pain and depression). Do not ever dismiss my struggles and diminish my accomplishments by calling it luck and genetics, because those have royally fucked me and I have built myself in spite of it.

Published: July 2nd 2024, 4:14:49 am

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Gonna get real here. I was told today how *lucky* I am to have the body I do and how it wasn’t fair how genetics screw some people. Sorry but shut the fuck up. I AM SELF MADE. My genetics gave me PCOS, AS with unbelievable chronic pain plus the meds cost $8000 every two weeks, dairy allergy, IBS, garbage thyroid plus other fucked up hormones which work to keep me overweight and feeling weak, severe clinical depression and anxiety. I have previously wanted to die from the pain of my joints fusing. I grind them every goddamn day to stay mobile. Bone on bone. I’m the first person ever in my family to attend a gym, the rest don’t believe in it and think my diet is insane because they eat junk food all the time. All females in my family are obese, diabetic, osteoporotic, depressed and/or bipolar. I have broken 17 bones had 4 concussions and went the gym 6 days a week as much as possible through all of it, including on crutches and in knee shoulder and back braces. I count every calorie I eat. Natty female hormones will also always be working against me and my fitness goals of muscle growth and low bmi relative to a males. It’s easy to make excuses for yourself (way easier than calorie counting and grinding max effort through relentless pain and depression). Do not ever dismiss my struggles and diminish my accomplishments by calling it luck and genetics, because those have royally fucked me and I have built myself in spite of it.

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