Every day that you suffer with the pain of arthritis is a day you could’ve enjoyed. When suffering with arthritis, just waking up in the morning is a chore.
Believe me, I know because I used to suffer from a severe arthritic condition. I’m all too familiar with the aching, swollen joints and having to run my hands under hot water for several minutes in the morning when I got up just to loosen them up a little.
After getting up in the morning, I would have to spend several minutes trying to "straighten out" from being in a bent over position.
Every moment that you live with pain, is a moment that is wasted. It’s gone forever, and you will never get it back. Suffering from arthritis makes you realize all the little things you took for granted– little things such as simply bending over to pick up a pencil off the floor. I would dread dropping something on the floor, knowing I had to pick it up. I knew the pain was going to be worse for those few seconds.
In 1998 I entered a national well-known bodybuilding contest. Now this contest was not for professional bodybuilders, but for ordinary people who would commit themselves to working out for a period of 3 to 4 months. The winner would be the one that had the most dramatic change.
This was a major turning point in my life. I learned lots of new things and I was excited about this contest. I took the challenge.
For the next 4 months I ate and drank healthy, took bodybuilding supplements, and worked out like I never had in my life.
In my enthusiasm, I over exerted myself. I pushed my body to the limit. And after I did, I pushed it some more. Every week my training partner and I would add more weight to our exercise routine.
In the end, I slashed my body fat while gaining several pounds of muscle. I had made a dramatic change. I had never felt better in my entire life. I was full of energy and I was on top of the world…………or so I thought.
Shortly after the four intense months of training and working out, I developed a pain in my elbow. I was so hardcore and hard pressed to continue, that I ignored the pain and kept going.
Well, one injury led to another, and the downward spiral began. It got to the point where I had to stop, regardless. Shortly after stopping, I developed chronic trauma from the massive punishment I put my body through, and then stopping all of a sudden.
It Was Like a Train Going 200 Miles Per Hour and Crashing Into a Steel Wall
The amount of weight I had been lifting for the past 4 months coupled with the sudden halt… Read more…
