I was born with hydrocephalus to a mother with severe mental issues and was abused/neglected. At age 12 I was hit by a car and 'died' - the whole tunnel, lights, loved ones, euphoria nine yards. Honestly, I've used up several miracles making it to adulthood, everything since has been a bit of an added bonus. That said: heavy drinker, not much in the way of exercise...
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*I mean the older kind of gothic music because I am not exactly very young - turned 39 a few days ago).
Accident-prone and klutzy. I will most likely die an unintentional death of my own doing.
Skin cancer, ovarian cancer, breast cancer, Alzheimer's, and every common heart/ blood/ lung problem in the past two generations.
Asthmatic with heinous allergies.
Lots of second hand smoke, both as a kid and now.
Lead paint, and I know I ate at least a little. Same goes for he questionable linoleum glue.
Soy formula fed, at least the second generation.
Depression, anxiety, PTSD, ADD/ ADHD, borderline Aspberger's.
Badly healed cracked rib and a first metatarsal avulsion fracture.
Several bouts of bronchitis as a kid.
Reasonably certain I dislocated and popped back in my left ankle in soccer once.
Oak Cliff soccer as a kid on hard pack clay. I wasn't the first kid to get a concussion or 3 by landing on my head after a slide tackle, and I won't be the last.
Physically abusive father, emotionally abusive and neglectful mother. I had a large hand in raising my younger sisters.
High stress job (civil engineer) in a high stress economy (oil town during a boom.)
Fell off the jungle gym and swignset too many times to count, got thrown in my cousins pool when I couldn't swim, fell off at least 3 different roofs.
Lived at the top of a steep hill with a well planted mailbox at the bottom of it in the middle of the sidewalk. Lost baby teeth that way.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
I'm not. And I will outlive most people in my circumstances out of pure spite, alone.
Peak weight on Standard American Diet: 316.8 lbs
Initial Weight When Starting Primal: 275 lbs
Current weight: 210.8 lbs
Goal weight: 220 lbs (or less): MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
The way "ChooseMyPlate.gov" should have looked:
AKA: Texas Grok
If I can just keep myself from breaking myself, I'll probably live to 90-100. That's how old my great-grandparents were, and my grandparents are 82, 86, and 87 (my mom's dad died in surgery at 62). I'm also short, have a good metabolism, a great immune system, had a healthy SAD diet as a child, never drank/smoked/did any drugs, and I have a lot of spunk. Knifegill is required to work very hard on his health so he can live as long as I'm supposed to!
Sugar. Tons and tons of sugar. I used to put something like 5 spoonfuls of sugar in my coffee every morning. Now I use 1 spoonful each of sugar and stevia, and sometimes an extra of sugar if I really feel like it needs it. Still kind of a lot, but it's a lot better than it was.
Speaking of coffee, I've been drinking it since I was a child (maybe 10 years old?) so I'm sure that's not too good either.
My Blog where I talk about my experiences with improving my health and life
(I try to update ... once in awhile)
Rimmer - Step up to Red Alert!
Kryten - Sir ... are you absolutely sure? It does mean changing the bulb.
Narcissists Suck: Narcissists Can't Be Rehabilitated - her blog is sort of considered to be the apex of the subject. Hope you've found a way to heal from that. You have my sincere empathy.
I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled. ~P. G. Wodehouse