Name: Jimmy Oller
Why I Got Started
On February 1st, 2006 I had been in the Army for ten years. I had served in Kosovo, Afghanistan, and Iraq. I was a Staff Sergeant promotable and a Ranger Instructor. I was progressing quickly in my career as a soldier.
I had gotten off work early that day and decided to run across town on my Harley to run a few errands. My wife wanted to jump on with me since her day of schooling was finished as well. It was a beautiful day to ride. Everything felt nice on a nice Georgia February evening. Little did I know that our lives were going to change for the worse.
A motorist pulled out from the right-hand side of the road without looking and hit us. My wife was hurled into oncoming traffic and I continued forward while my body flipped and turned several times. When I hit I heard the sound of screeching tires that were trying to stop from hitting my wife. When I looked up it was hard to get my composure because I was dis-oriented.
I finally saw my wife through the blood that was in my eyes and my smashed eye protection from my head and face sliding across the concrete. There was a car just inches from her that stopped just in time.
I kept my eyes on my wife and was trying to stand up. My right leg was in a locked position with my knee against my chest. I could barely breathe; at the time I didn't know I had several broken ribs. I saw my wife with her legs in a weird looking fashion tucked under her. Her eyes and mouth were open and she was looking and reaching for the sky with one hand. It was up for a second then collapsed. Her eyes and mouth remained open. I thought she died right there on the road.
I immediately started screaming her name as loud as a person could. I tried with everything in me to get to her. I was using my elbows, hands and fingernails but couldn't move fast enough. A motorist had gotten out of his car and grabbed me and prevented me from moving. He told me someone would see to her and I should remain in place for the police. I knew he was right, but refused and fought back and continued to scream. Then others were assisting him as I continued to fight. It seemed no-one was checking on her.
I saw another soldier in uniform. I called for him then grabbed him telling him who I was and asked him to check on my wife. I told him to evaluate her and tell me her status and not just reassure me like we are taught, I wanted the truth!
I continued to call her name while waiting for the soldier to return. When he finally came back he told me that she was responsive and was cussing because of her pains. I smiled and thanked him. I gave the soldier my wallet and had him call my commander.
I turned over and let the pain consume me, pain I fought back somehow until I knew my wife was fine. My knee was hit so hard that the top of my femur was busted out of the hip socket destroying the hip socket itself. A doctor told me the only pain that compared to what I felt was someone being burned alive.
Two ambulances pulled up on the scene to take us to the hospital. Once in the E.R. I was X-rayed and told that my running days and Military career were over. I went through a 90-minute surgery to put my hip back into a position in the hopes that the bone would grow back around the femur to hold it in place. If it hadn't I would need a full hip replacement.
My wife suffered from a broken back, hand, scapula and femur. She was in surgery for 9 hours. She now has rods in her back and femur.
After a few months had gone by, our lives started to get to be what was changed to a new normal. We have three children. Their ages at the time were 8, 9 and 10. They handled it very well and actually were a big help with our recovery. Our parents had to step in and take care of all of us for the first month. Once my wife was able to walk, they went home.
I was in a wheelchair for three months before I could get around permanently on crutches and a cane. My weight started to rise fast. In the military a soldier expends a large amount of calories every day due to all the training and tasks one is given. I was still consuming a pretty good amount of calories, but wasn't expending them anymore. The painkillers and medication also helped destroy my metabolism.
By the time I was able to finally stand on a scale, I had put on 45 pounds over several months. I didn't look like a soldier at all anymore. My unit was understanding of what happened and helped me in every way it could. My chain of command was awesome! I was eventually boarded out because I could not run, road march or jump out of planes anymore. I had gone from Hero to a big fat Zero.
It was hard to get a job once I was out of the Army. My experience as an Airborne Infantry Ranger didn't qualify me for anything on the outside except maybe a police officer, but I couldn't pass their physical exams. I convinced a friend to get me hired on at Home Depot. I was there for a year. It was demanding for my condition, but I fought through it. I needed to feel normal and needed.
My wife was the new breadwinner and I wanted to earn my keep as well. I would have to stand up my entire shift. I used to have to hide to sit down so no one would see me at my weakest. One thing I noticed was arthritis hurts young people too and it's painful. I also noticed my hip was getting stronger but it didn't seem like much. The depression and weight gain continued to grow together.
Eventually I got a call from a defense contractor that I applied for on Ft. Benning, Georgia. They hired me on the spot. It gave me that spark of motivation I needed to feel more substantial. I was training soldiers again but in a different setting and manor. It felt great to be around soldiers and comrades once again.
Now I started to worry about my image more and more. I would hear soldiers talk about my weight when they thought I wasn't listening. My buddies would jokingly make fun of me. There was no harm intended but it hit a soft spot deep inside.
I continued to hang on to what I once was and used to be. I was getting tired of saying "I used to do this" or "I could do that." I was the youngest guy on my job and I was in the worst shape. I wanted to put a stop to the misery I was feeling. I wanted change so bad my eyes would water up every time the issue came in my head, and that was often.
I've heard of people defying the odds and recovering from injuries that seemed worse than mine. I had to see if I had that same fortitude as these guys did and that I once did when I would face obstacles like combat and Ranger school.
I started with a New Year's resolution and didn't want to let anyone know about in case it failed.
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How I Did It
I started eating three square meals a day to add some structure and tried to eat what I thought was clean food (salads, chicken sandwiches, potatoes, and pasta). I did this instead of pizza, chips, ice cream, and French fries which I ate at least a few times a week without moderation.
I started to walk around the block and ride a stationary bike the best I could. The traumatic arthritis in my right hip prevented me from moving fast so I had to take it easy. When I walked it hurt but I continued on. I was discouraged because of how I felt carrying all the weight and the blisters and skin irritations I would get from my fat rubbing against itself but I kept on. I had to see if I could do it.
I actually started to lose some weight. When I noticed the scale started going down from the numbers I was so used to seeing it gave me more inspiration to continue on. I started to set goals to myself, again not letting anyone know. The first was 240 pounds.
I set this goal and after about 5 weeks I got there. No one even noticed or complimented me, but I was happy! It's a number I haven't seen in a while. I refrained from having any junk food until the second month of dieting. Then I sat with my family and had pizza and a movie, the next day it was back to the grind. Week after week I was noticing more and more weight was starting to come off.
Once I hit 225 pounds it came to a halt. I had hit a wall and for weeks I remained the same weight. I started to search online for answers. I came across articles from Bodybuilding.com. I struck gold! I would stay up at night scanning through article after article reading about how muscle increases metabolism, how to eat, different types of exercises to do and how to gain muscle. I was interested in losing weight and I found all the answers I needed.
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When I Noticed The Scale Started Going Down From The Numbers I Was So Used To Seeing It Gave Me More Inspiration To Continue On.
From there I started eating six meals per day and monitoring caloric intake and started messing around with weights. The weight just started to melt off me like butter. I found the right science to do the job. All I had to do was stay the course and that's what I did.
After several months had gone by, I looked like a brand-new person. There were a lot of instances where friends didn't recognize me anymore. People started to ask why I was losing all this weight, what was my plan. I jokingly said I wanted to enter a bodybuilding competition one day and my friends took me seriously. They didn't laugh or anything, it appeared as if they thought I could do it. So I looked one up and put it on the calendar. I got more determined than I ever had.
The weight had not only peeled off, it left me looking like the people I used to only see in magazines. I couldn't believe how I looked; I didn't think I had this type of body under all that fat. I entered my first competition and placed 4th out of five guys. It might not have sounded good, but I was extremely happy. To me it was like a dream come true.
I was then bitten by the bodybuilding bug and in love with the wonderful feelings and benefits it gave me. I wanted more! I continued to follow the advice of the articles. I then ran into a phenomenal personal trainer and IFBB professional Roland Huff. He started training me and I placed first in my next competition and almost went pro in one night in an all natural competition SNBF.
I am now getting ready to start pre-contest for Octobers BodyBe 1 Classic here in Columbus, Georgia. I feel like I am living someone else's life. I wake up happy everyday now and love my new found hobby. I felt like I finally got rid of the Zero feeling. I lost my career in the military and have permanent injuries but bodybuilding has resurrected me in a completely different form. I have a completely different mindset and body to go with it. I have my wife, family, friends and trainer to thank for supporting me through my transformation.
- Opti-Men Multivitamin
- Optimum Glutamine
- Optimum Whey Protein
- Optimum Casein
- Vitamin C
- Vitamin B 5
- 200g Egg Whites
- 300g Oatmeal
- 1 Opti-Men Multivitamin
- 1 serving L-Carnitine
- 1 serving BCAA
- 1 serving Optimum Glutamine
- 1 serving Vitamin C
- 1 serving Vitamin B-50
Meal 3: Post Workout
- 2 scoops Optimum Whey Protein
- 1 cup Brown Rice
- 8oz Chicken Breast
- 1 serving BCAA
- 1 serving Optimum Glutamine
- 143g Broccoli
Day 1: Legs
- Squats: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Leg Extensions: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Hack Squats: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Leg Presses: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Lying Leg Curls: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Stiff Leg Deadlift: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Seated Leg Curl: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Standing Leg Curl: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Standing Calf Machine: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Seated Calf Machine: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
Day 2: Abs
Day 3: Chest/Shoulders/Triceps
- Butterfly: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Overhead Machine Press: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Lateral Raise Dumbbell: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Front Raise: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Bench Dips: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Rope Pushdowns: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Skull crushers 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Dumbbell Kickback: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
Day 4: Abs
Day 5: Back/Biceps/Traps
- Chins: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Reverse Grip Pulldowns: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Bent Over Rows: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- T-Bar Rows: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Standing Barbell Curls: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- High Cable Curls: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Seated Dumbbell Curls: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Rope Cable Curls: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Barbell Shrugs: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
- Dumbbell Shrugs: 3 sets of 12-15 reps
Day 6: Abs
Day 7: Rest
Suggestions For Others
There is a lot of talk whether or not calorie counting is good. I believe it gives you your baseline to go by, and whatever you want to change on the scale or the mirror can be easily taken care of by manipulating calories.
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