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10-14-2003, 06:55 AM
2nd CHANCES
Currently: Goals: Based on % of goalbodyweight
156lbs. w/ 18%bodyfat 165 w/ 10-12% bodyfat
Bench press: 60 Bench Press: 250
B*B Row: 75 B*B ROW: 250
B*B Delt: 35 B*B Delt Press: 165
Squat: 75 Squat: 330
Deadlifts: 105 Deadlift: 330
O.K. the past few months I've been re-learning technique and getting my form down.I'm now ready to start adding weight to my excercises.The weights I have as my currents lifted above are for a 5x5 scheme.My goals are based on percentages of my goal bodyweight.Of course I'll be more than happy if I surpass these weights.I know the weights I'm throwing around now aren't much;but atleast its a start.
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History: I was born w/ C.F. {Cystic Fibrosis} a genetic disorder effecting the lungs and digestive tract.I was skinny all my life w/ an 6-8% bodyfat while growing up.The average person w/ C.F. has to maintain anywhere from 4500 to 5500 calories a day just to function.The excess labor on the lungs and pancreatic insufficiencies coupled w/ poor absorption play havoc on a person.In my mid teen years I was tired of being so skinny and small; so I decided to take up weightlifting. W/ the help of a dietician @ the C.F. center I made up a diet in excess of 6500 calories in hopes of gaining muscle.This diet was diff then most diets of a C.F. patient.We are encouraged to eat anything and everything {butter/mayonaise/eggs/sugar} To alot of ppl this would be heaven.Eating for me however was a job.Well anyways the diet I devised was healthier w/ an emphasis on the type of stuff I had been reading in health magazines.
When I first started out I saw it as a chore of sorts just to try and look normal.After I was starting to make steady gains I was enjoying it more and more.Every pound I put on was a personal victory for myself.
From the ages 17 too 20 I went from 121 to 156 w/ around 10%body fat.
Fast foward to New Years Eve 2000.I fell sick w/ a pneumonia and never fully recovered.Over the next three years my lung functions slowly began to decline.I then began requiring Oxygen.At first just as I slept;then every few months another liter was added.I continued to workout;but my gains came to a halt and I began losing what I had worked for.
Fast foward to Dec02.By this time my Oxygen was set on 6 liters.The most a home concentrator/tank can be set on.I couldn't walk 5 feet w/o getting winded and was put on a bi-pap machine {outside ventilator sort of} Then tragedy struck me;I lost my best friend Courtney {she had C.F. too} I attended the funeral home; but was unable to attend the burial. I was too weak to even stand for more than a few minutes.I was disgusted w/ myself.
A few days later I ended up in I.C.U. at a local hospital.My doctor had been encouraging me to go to Oschners and see about getting on the transplant list.I had been lying to myself for 2 years telling myself I would get over it.Now I knew I couldn't.My Oxygen requirements were at 7 liters w/ a vinnie (sp) mask diffusing at 80-100%.My blood gases were at 92%.Lung functions were down to 6% capacity.O2 sats were 76.
So I was sent off to Oschners in New Orleans. I completed the workup {A lung transplant candidate is unlike other transpant candidates.W/ other organs a person can get on the list; just about no matter the damage.W/ the lungs your heart/kidneys and still have some degree of weight to the person}They hurried and did my workup.
I was told I had about 6/7 months to live and the wait time is for lungs is really unknown.Where as a person need the same blood type for kidney/liver transplant; a lung must match also body cavity size.So I prepared myself to die.I was quickly listed on Dec.29 of 02' in hopes that a pair may come in New Years Eve 03'.In essence we were waiting for someone else to die.As grim as it may seem it was a shot at getting my pair of lungs.{though I was disgusted w/ myself that a tragedy like a wreck killing someone would be my chance}It didn't happen.
Fast Foward to Monday, Feb3,03.I received the call at 4:00 a.m. This was it. Oschners received a pair of lungs for me.Be their for 6:00 for prep.I got there and prep began.I was calm.My biggest fear was dying on the table and never waking up;but for some reason I wasn't scared.If I died I died.
Next thing I know it's Wednesday, Feb5. It was time to pull the ventilator.As they pulled it; it was as if I snapped out of it.I instantly woke up.I remember counting the tubes and various intravenous drips.27 in total.{I looked like fookin Weapon X/the comic fans know what I'm talking about} My new lungs had to work on their own now.If they didn't take;I was gone for sure.Over the next couple days they didn't expand and fill w/ air.The pair I received developed a pneumonia.Prayer and meditation were whatI used to ease my mind.I stayed a month in the hospital w/ the 5 chest tubes.I eventually got rid of the tubes and was released.I lived next door to the hospital for the required 3 months.
Now 8 months post Transplant my lung functions are 156%.O2 sats are at 100% and I am ready to get back to working out.I'd spent the last few months re-learning technique and doing the required cardio now.I use to hate cardio;now I surely have to do it.I can now run about 1.5 to 2 hours w/ a treadmill set on 3mph.
In an ironic twist; I use too have to struggle for every pound;now I gain weight w/o any problem.Unfortunately fat.Also I now have diabetes/high blood pressure as a side effect of the prednisone and rejection meds.
Well here's my jouranl now.Any suggestions are appreciated.Wish me luck.
Currently: Goals: Based on % of goalbodyweight
156lbs. w/ 18%bodyfat 165 w/ 10-12% bodyfat
Bench press: 60 Bench Press: 250
B*B Row: 75 B*B ROW: 250
B*B Delt: 35 B*B Delt Press: 165
Squat: 75 Squat: 330
Deadlifts: 105 Deadlift: 330
O.K. the past few months I've been re-learning technique and getting my form down.I'm now ready to start adding weight to my excercises.The weights I have as my currents lifted above are for a 5x5 scheme.My goals are based on percentages of my goal bodyweight.Of course I'll be more than happy if I surpass these weights.I know the weights I'm throwing around now aren't much;but atleast its a start.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
History: I was born w/ C.F. {Cystic Fibrosis} a genetic disorder effecting the lungs and digestive tract.I was skinny all my life w/ an 6-8% bodyfat while growing up.The average person w/ C.F. has to maintain anywhere from 4500 to 5500 calories a day just to function.The excess labor on the lungs and pancreatic insufficiencies coupled w/ poor absorption play havoc on a person.In my mid teen years I was tired of being so skinny and small; so I decided to take up weightlifting. W/ the help of a dietician @ the C.F. center I made up a diet in excess of 6500 calories in hopes of gaining muscle.This diet was diff then most diets of a C.F. patient.We are encouraged to eat anything and everything {butter/mayonaise/eggs/sugar} To alot of ppl this would be heaven.Eating for me however was a job.Well anyways the diet I devised was healthier w/ an emphasis on the type of stuff I had been reading in health magazines.
When I first started out I saw it as a chore of sorts just to try and look normal.After I was starting to make steady gains I was enjoying it more and more.Every pound I put on was a personal victory for myself.
From the ages 17 too 20 I went from 121 to 156 w/ around 10%body fat.
Fast foward to New Years Eve 2000.I fell sick w/ a pneumonia and never fully recovered.Over the next three years my lung functions slowly began to decline.I then began requiring Oxygen.At first just as I slept;then every few months another liter was added.I continued to workout;but my gains came to a halt and I began losing what I had worked for.
Fast foward to Dec02.By this time my Oxygen was set on 6 liters.The most a home concentrator/tank can be set on.I couldn't walk 5 feet w/o getting winded and was put on a bi-pap machine {outside ventilator sort of} Then tragedy struck me;I lost my best friend Courtney {she had C.F. too} I attended the funeral home; but was unable to attend the burial. I was too weak to even stand for more than a few minutes.I was disgusted w/ myself.
A few days later I ended up in I.C.U. at a local hospital.My doctor had been encouraging me to go to Oschners and see about getting on the transplant list.I had been lying to myself for 2 years telling myself I would get over it.Now I knew I couldn't.My Oxygen requirements were at 7 liters w/ a vinnie (sp) mask diffusing at 80-100%.My blood gases were at 92%.Lung functions were down to 6% capacity.O2 sats were 76.
So I was sent off to Oschners in New Orleans. I completed the workup {A lung transplant candidate is unlike other transpant candidates.W/ other organs a person can get on the list; just about no matter the damage.W/ the lungs your heart/kidneys and still have some degree of weight to the person}They hurried and did my workup.
I was told I had about 6/7 months to live and the wait time is for lungs is really unknown.Where as a person need the same blood type for kidney/liver transplant; a lung must match also body cavity size.So I prepared myself to die.I was quickly listed on Dec.29 of 02' in hopes that a pair may come in New Years Eve 03'.In essence we were waiting for someone else to die.As grim as it may seem it was a shot at getting my pair of lungs.{though I was disgusted w/ myself that a tragedy like a wreck killing someone would be my chance}It didn't happen.
Fast Foward to Monday, Feb3,03.I received the call at 4:00 a.m. This was it. Oschners received a pair of lungs for me.Be their for 6:00 for prep.I got there and prep began.I was calm.My biggest fear was dying on the table and never waking up;but for some reason I wasn't scared.If I died I died.
Next thing I know it's Wednesday, Feb5. It was time to pull the ventilator.As they pulled it; it was as if I snapped out of it.I instantly woke up.I remember counting the tubes and various intravenous drips.27 in total.{I looked like fookin Weapon X/the comic fans know what I'm talking about} My new lungs had to work on their own now.If they didn't take;I was gone for sure.Over the next couple days they didn't expand and fill w/ air.The pair I received developed a pneumonia.Prayer and meditation were whatI used to ease my mind.I stayed a month in the hospital w/ the 5 chest tubes.I eventually got rid of the tubes and was released.I lived next door to the hospital for the required 3 months.
Now 8 months post Transplant my lung functions are 156%.O2 sats are at 100% and I am ready to get back to working out.I'd spent the last few months re-learning technique and doing the required cardio now.I use to hate cardio;now I surely have to do it.I can now run about 1.5 to 2 hours w/ a treadmill set on 3mph.
In an ironic twist; I use too have to struggle for every pound;now I gain weight w/o any problem.Unfortunately fat.Also I now have diabetes/high blood pressure as a side effect of the prednisone and rejection meds.
Well here's my jouranl now.Any suggestions are appreciated.Wish me luck.