Heat_Vision
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muscle_atrophy
After a severe motor cycle accident in September of 2007 I was in an induced comma for a week and bed ridden / wheel chair bound for six months. I loss probly something like 90% of my muscle mass. I was almost literally a walking skeleton. Unfortunately I turned 25 and was no longer on my fathers health insurance so since the accident I've been forced to redevelope my muscles on my own. I remmember at one point my father took one of my step brothers and myself to go see Rambo. One scene in the movie when one of the guys he was killing put on some sun glasses and the camera caught a reflection of fire in them I said "This isn't a war movie it's a love story." as I was picking my head up off of my shoulder with my hand because I couldn't hold it up with my own neck muscles. It's been a few years and I've been struggling with many things at once but within this time span I've gone from 350 lbs to about 190 lbs now. I haven't been able to get on a scale after hurricane Ike. Out of all of my muscles and orgins including my brains, lungs, heart, and back muscles the ones that have given me the most trouble are my http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gluteal_muscles. To this day I can control my gas with little to no effect when I have a build up or when I use the restroom. Though this might seem hilarious my foul odor that usually lurks around me is causing me a lot of social grief. Who could stand up and tell the world they smell like shit? It's driving the people who live around me, those I work with, and myself crazy. Hell I think one of my neighbors in an apartment next to me is thinking about calling the cops because I'm up at 3:23 a.m. explaining to the world what my zombie style is loosely based on. So I opened up my skull and let the world in.
I hope tomorrow someone trys to shoot me. borg
After a severe motor cycle accident in September of 2007 I was in an induced comma for a week and bed ridden / wheel chair bound for six months. I loss probly something like 90% of my muscle mass. I was almost literally a walking skeleton. Unfortunately I turned 25 and was no longer on my fathers health insurance so since the accident I've been forced to redevelope my muscles on my own. I remmember at one point my father took one of my step brothers and myself to go see Rambo. One scene in the movie when one of the guys he was killing put on some sun glasses and the camera caught a reflection of fire in them I said "This isn't a war movie it's a love story." as I was picking my head up off of my shoulder with my hand because I couldn't hold it up with my own neck muscles. It's been a few years and I've been struggling with many things at once but within this time span I've gone from 350 lbs to about 190 lbs now. I haven't been able to get on a scale after hurricane Ike. Out of all of my muscles and orgins including my brains, lungs, heart, and back muscles the ones that have given me the most trouble are my http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gluteal_muscles. To this day I can control my gas with little to no effect when I have a build up or when I use the restroom. Though this might seem hilarious my foul odor that usually lurks around me is causing me a lot of social grief. Who could stand up and tell the world they smell like shit? It's driving the people who live around me, those I work with, and myself crazy. Hell I think one of my neighbors in an apartment next to me is thinking about calling the cops because I'm up at 3:23 a.m. explaining to the world what my zombie style is loosely based on. So I opened up my skull and let the world in.
I hope tomorrow someone trys to shoot me. borg