Today is the first time in 6 years that I am walking without braces or any other support. So far I have fallen eight times, to remind myself how far I have come since I taught myself how to walk again I am placing this pic.
The brace on the left is one who I have worn 2 years. It has all sorts of straps and a bar to keep everything in place.
The one in the middle is one without the bar, but still with straps. It gave a little less support than the left one, but still enough.
As I got stronger I only started wearing the grey one untill yesterday. It provided minimal support (might have been mostly mental support) though.
I use the cane only on very bad days.
*fun fact: the two black braces dont fit anymore, because my legs got too thick (muscles)
Not almost 50, but 50 actual fucking pounds I’ve lost!! These last 2 months have been the hardest since I started, I guess cause I’m closer to goal but I’ve maintained with several slip ups! I’ve got 25 more lbs to lose and I know that shit will not come to easy but I’m more than ready to put in the work! I ready to start recomp but I am not quite there yet. Thanks for all the encouragement on my posts, keeps me motivated!
3/29/2017 Lunch Walk at River Front… Interrupted by FEMA! Woohoooo 2month7days later, FEMA crews are getting to the community walkways, cleaning up snapped GA pines and grinding down stumps. So happy!!! I hope everyone is having a peachy, saucy day!
Another day of my weightloss struggle… buuut.. check that booty.. 😂😂😂😂 I know, I know, its not good, or perfect, or anything… but if I am proud of the work I’ve done, it’s all the leg work, all the squats… everything…my legs are strong, even with the fat on them…
My name is William, I’m a 25 year old guy from the Netherlands. I have been in a wheelchair for about three years and I have taught myself how to learn how to walk again. All doctors said that it would be impossible and that I would have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. With a lot of dedication and not giving up I managed to be able to walk.
Here is my story:
When I was 16 years old I got kicked on the inside of my left leg during a soccer match. My leg snapped like a twig and my ankle touched my hip. I lost consciousness because of the pain and I woke up in a hospital. Here they told me what the damage was: snapped ligaments, torn muscles, crushed kneecap and my meniscus was shattered. Bonefragments shot up my upperleg and cut multiple veins and muscles.
After many surgeries and infections the doctors told me that I would never be able to walk again and that they started the procedure of getting me used to living in a wheelchair. My muscles and tissue were to badly damaged according to them.
From my 16th till my 19th year I lived my daily life in a wheelchair. No more friends, no college and no will to live. I got in a pretty bad depression. I gained a lot of weight and got in a terrible depression and had suicidal thoughts every day. When I was 19 years old I stopped on the rails and waited to get run over by a train. Suddenly while waiting for that train I decided that all the doctors were wrong
With the little bit of strength that I had left in my right leg I started to do legraises. Each week I could lift it a little higher, after a few months I tied my legs together and continued the legraises. A few months after that I could do them without tying them together. Months went by and I tried to stand up out of my wheelchair. After three seconds I fell back like a baby deer. I bought crutches and started walking through my room. From my bed to my wheelchair (about 3 meters). Every day I would walk 3 meters. Each week I would add 3 more meters.
From my 19th till my 21st this was my daily routine. I added riding my bike to my workout routine and this worked wonders. My strenght grew and I started to see my legs get stronger and bigger.
From my 21st till my 23th I continued my weekly workouts. I worked out 3-4 times a week for 6 hours a day.
Long story short:I have taught myself how to walk again. I can do everything now, except jumping or running. I might get a new knee before I’m 40. But I can live with that. One step closer to becoming Iron Man
This is an incredibly difficult post for me to make but I have to accept that this is what my body looks like. After seeing my reflection and taking this photo I burst into tears because I couldn’t believe I had let myself get to this point! I have no full length mirrors in my house so it wasn’t until I was on holiday this time and properly looked at myself I saw what I truly looked like.
I am so determined to lose weight this year and get back into shape. I have achieved my goals before so I just know I can do it again! It’s time to focus on myself and getting me back in shape! I know I can do this!
This is the last time you will ever see me looking like this, and that’s a promise.