Wednesday, March 31, 2010
It all started back in 1997. It was a hot day, an well we had just moved from Needville Texas to Richmond Texas, which is at least 25 mins away. My life was crazy. I mean I had a lot of fun, you know for someone who didn't drive at the time, I had a lot of fun! Well I did a lot of things. I was a employee at a local burger joint by day not to mention a full-time student in high school, and D.J at a local club by night. So yeah I had what I thought was a pretty good life. Well little did I know that my whole life was about to change. One day I got off school and I proceeded to do the regular routine chores of the day. Get some grub, quick shower, and then dressed and off to work. That night went as routine as my daily things to do you know. Hey work is work nothing is good about it only on payday. Well I think it was 9:30 p.m or 10:00 when I was asked to finish up my cooking, cleaning so I can log out and not go over my time. Well as I was doing so the only thing on my mind was getting home and getting my homework done so I can get some rest. Well out of no where BAM!! it happened. I slipped and fell on my hind side. "Man" I thought "I better get up quick before someone sees me and makes fun of me.” Hey I was young, I wouldn't want anyone to see my big body on the ground, laughing. So I got up and finished doing what I was doing with a sharp-like stinging pain in my lower back. Well I called my ride and there I was. On my way home with this weird throbbing pain, scared I was going to get fired so I didn't say anything till the next day. I would then not know how to handle my self from then on. I was bed-ridden most of the time. Sleeping sitting up, wetting my bed, not able to use the bathroom. A lot of crazy things were changing mentally, and physically, but at the same time I was walking, driving and living my life hurting so much. My family had no idea, nor did my friends. For a moment there everyone thought I was just plain lazy. Well that went on for two years. Two years on pain meds, vicodin, ibuprofen, morphine, I mean all of it. Well once again on a hot day on April 18, 2000 I woke up. Thought I was going to have a normal day. Took my pills, and started my everyday things. Cleaned my room, did my laundry, and ate some lunch until then came the time that I wanted to lay down and rest. Little did I know that I wouldn't be able to get up and walk. As I woke up, all of the sudden I felt this severe pain. I’ve never, ever felt this before. It was a new pain. So I called on my mom and I told her "I think I need to go to the doctor like today not tomorrow." My doctors appointment was the following day, but it looked like it came a little early.. Well my mom drove me to OakBend Professional Building to meet with my doctor. Well I get there and I can't walk. Nothing, no feeling what so ever in my feet or my butt. I get out of my mom's car and hobble literally to the doors and then to the elevator. I pushed the buttons and the doors swing open. I get into the elevator and that was it the last straw I fell to my knees crying, clueless wondering what the hell is really going on. The doors open and I can remember hobbling out over to the doctors door and sitting down. Urine covering the front of my black shorts, freaking out, scared, but yet still calm. In walks my mom wondering what’s going also. I sit there for a little while and the feeling is coming and going until then I felt a tightness and then NOTHING. No feeling in my feet, the backs of my legs, and in my hind area. They get me to sit on this office chair where then they rolled me into this emergency type room, and begin the test. Nothing no motor skills in my nerves and my bowel and bladder I lost it all. Well I was then transferred to Memorial Herman downtown Houston for further test including, x-rays, ultrasounds, insertions of needles in my spine many tests. When the results arose, no one could be around. The doctor said I damaged major nerves in my lower back that controlled my bladder, bowel, feeling and movement in my feet and toes. There that was it my life was over WHEEL-CHAIR bound for life. I was done no one is going to take care of me lock me in a institution. Well I need surgery and there was a big chance that I wouldn't make it out alive due to the extreme seriousness of the surgery. Well the day came April 23rd. I really don't remember much except that I couldn't see nor talk afterwards, but I made it out. This is the only time that I ever had wanted my mom more then ever. I mean she stuck with me the whole time I was there. Well the doctor came in the room and spoke with my mom. I heard him say "if you would have brought him to me 6 weeks ago I could have saved his nerves." Man that ate me up and I couldn't believe it. My Gosh something as little as a slip and fall turned out to be life changing you know. Well I eventually learned to accept it, and was then transferred to T.I.R.R. I Got out of T.I.R.R on May 28th of 2000, and began my life as a paraplegic. I gained a tremendous amount of weight. When I initially went into the hospital I weighted in around 350 pounds. I was a big guy, and life was really easy as far as mobility goes. As soon as I arrived at home I noticed a bunch of things that led me into a depression like state which none of my family knew about. I stayed in doors most of the time and ate. I ate because I was lonely, cause I really truly dint care any more. In 2005 my weight went from 350 pounds to staggering 565-570 pounds. Late night burger runs and many of 12 packs of sodas later I was stuck. Stuck in a body and I didn't know how to get out. I met my wife online in 2002 and we remained really good friends. She finally flew out to meet me in July of 2005 and we instantly fell in love. We then got married the following November. We got her belongs and moved her from sunny California, to hot and humid Sugarland Texas. After our first year of marriage which was the year of '06 Heather her self got really comfortable, and I was partially to blame for it. Her weight rose from 207 pounds to 235 pounds. Mexican food, and my grandma were also to blame! We noticed a change and began to cut back very little, but enough to at least try to lose weight. I too became a little more mobile. but not much as well. Well in 2007 I decided it was time for a change, so we made the decision to pack up and move to California. We began our lives on our own. A newly we'd couple with many dreams and ambitions, and weight loss was top priority. Heather began cooking all our meals breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She kicked all sodas out with the exceptions of some diet sodas. Subway was our friend and McDonalds, and Burger King where out of the picture. Amazingly enough after a year and 5 months I was able to shed 70 pounds putting my weight at 495 pounds. In 2008 we moved to central valley California and began the real "weight loss battle." We began eating a lot more healthier, cutting out greasy foods completely and becoming a little more mobile. Heather and I joined a gym called Inshape City. We then at the time thought it was the right thing to do, but really gave little to no effort. We both didn't go much and really just gave up. In 2010 Heather sat me down. She cried as she held my hand and said "babe, I need you to do this, I need you to lose weight. I don't want you to die. I don't want to be a widow at 28! Look around, do you ever see a elderly obese person? No you don't, so please let's do this together". The next day I went to the recycling place cause that's the only place I knew that could weight someone of my size. I weighted in at 485 pounds. I didn't gain so I was happy. Heather weighted in at 211. We immediately went to Inshape City, and this time we meant business. We also spoke to them about personal training. It all happened so fast. At the end of the day, after tears, and laughter, we did it. We had a appointment with Omar Cortez. He sat us down and I instantly knew he was an angel. At first I was skeptical. "Can he really handle someone of my size"? "What about my medical condition"? He assured us everything was going to be fine, and we will get this journey started. To make a long story short, after 4 months of intense training and cardio, I have lost 30 pounds. My weight went from 485 pounds to 450 pounds and Heathers weight dropped from 210 to 186 pounds. We have a set food menu and a steady gym schedule of 6 days a week in the gym and 10 sessions of personal training a month. Omar is only 21 years old, and a beast. I really do not know how to thank him for taking on such a huge (literally) task. He turned these 2 skeptics into believers and it's only going to get better. We both are starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel!