SoloScott
08-25-2006, 02:30 PM
I am back in the gym, after a traumatizing year of “rest” and 30 pounds of weight loss. My last day at the gym in 2005 was July 29th; I weighed almost 190 pounds and I was in the best shape of my life. The next day, I crashed my motorcycle into a concrete highway divider. My friend on the scene later told me that several of the emergency crew, individually, told him that I would not live. I spent time in the hospital and took almost a full year to recover. Nurses told me that I probably would have died from internal injuries, if I wasn’t in such great shape. It wasn’t just the crash and injuries that kept me out of the gym for so long…
I had rented my house on the east coast, to come to Washington for a job opportunity in February of 2005. Because of the time crunch to start work, I had to leave everything in my house and pack one car for the drive. Even after doing some background checks on the tenants in my house, they just stopped paying me right after their move-in. This went on for several months, as I fought with them and dealt with their lies.
When I returned from the hospital after my motorcycle crash, my roommate (who owns the house I was renting a room in) went a little insane. He could not stand that I was home constantly, as I was recovering from my injuries. My use of the house was slowly forbidden, as he restricted me to the one room I was renting. He then threw me out, so I quickly found a new place to live. It was not easy to find a new place to live and make the move with many injuries, including a broken collar bone.
The new place I rented was in a decent part of town (not great, but not poor). Shortly after I moved into the new place, with most of my things still in boxes, the house was broken into. The thieves stole almost everything I owned out here. I was left with a bed and some of my clothes. In all, they took almost $16,000 (stereo, tools, laptop, etc.).
Shortly after that, I was forced to fly back across the country, face my tenants in court after they had defaced my house, and evict them. After threatening me and stalling, they finally left my house owing me $7,000. As they moved out, they stole everything in the house. I won in court against them, but I will never see any of the $15,000 they cost me.
Facing a cold winter in the Northeast, I spent a good deal of time trying to get the house taken care of (arranging snow shoveling and maintenance). Working on that, dealing with insurance companies for medical bills, and replacing the things that were stolen out here, the stress was becoming overwhelming. It showed at my job, and I was quickly fired without warning. I was out of work for 3 months, while sharing the rent of a place in Washington, paying the mortgage for the house on the east coast (more than a year at that point), and paying for all the utilities to keep things going. I dealt with more immature, filthy, and spiteful roommates, had my car vandalized, and got “jumped” in the following couple of months. I was depressed, to say the least. The breaking point was when my girlfriend, and best friend, left me to start dating another guy…
I did nothing for a couple of weeks. My parents had heard enough of my problems; I felt that I was just causing them more agony in venting to them, so I kept my problems to myself. With nobody to talk to, I came to the conclusion that I am the only thing that I have left. Using what strength I had seen in my ex, as she continued to support me through all the tough times, I went back to the gym.
Here is my journal…
I had rented my house on the east coast, to come to Washington for a job opportunity in February of 2005. Because of the time crunch to start work, I had to leave everything in my house and pack one car for the drive. Even after doing some background checks on the tenants in my house, they just stopped paying me right after their move-in. This went on for several months, as I fought with them and dealt with their lies.
When I returned from the hospital after my motorcycle crash, my roommate (who owns the house I was renting a room in) went a little insane. He could not stand that I was home constantly, as I was recovering from my injuries. My use of the house was slowly forbidden, as he restricted me to the one room I was renting. He then threw me out, so I quickly found a new place to live. It was not easy to find a new place to live and make the move with many injuries, including a broken collar bone.
The new place I rented was in a decent part of town (not great, but not poor). Shortly after I moved into the new place, with most of my things still in boxes, the house was broken into. The thieves stole almost everything I owned out here. I was left with a bed and some of my clothes. In all, they took almost $16,000 (stereo, tools, laptop, etc.).
Shortly after that, I was forced to fly back across the country, face my tenants in court after they had defaced my house, and evict them. After threatening me and stalling, they finally left my house owing me $7,000. As they moved out, they stole everything in the house. I won in court against them, but I will never see any of the $15,000 they cost me.
Facing a cold winter in the Northeast, I spent a good deal of time trying to get the house taken care of (arranging snow shoveling and maintenance). Working on that, dealing with insurance companies for medical bills, and replacing the things that were stolen out here, the stress was becoming overwhelming. It showed at my job, and I was quickly fired without warning. I was out of work for 3 months, while sharing the rent of a place in Washington, paying the mortgage for the house on the east coast (more than a year at that point), and paying for all the utilities to keep things going. I dealt with more immature, filthy, and spiteful roommates, had my car vandalized, and got “jumped” in the following couple of months. I was depressed, to say the least. The breaking point was when my girlfriend, and best friend, left me to start dating another guy…
I did nothing for a couple of weeks. My parents had heard enough of my problems; I felt that I was just causing them more agony in venting to them, so I kept my problems to myself. With nobody to talk to, I came to the conclusion that I am the only thing that I have left. Using what strength I had seen in my ex, as she continued to support me through all the tough times, I went back to the gym.
Here is my journal…