Back in December my parents got me a weight set for Christmas. I remember that I would just sit there and do 10 reps of the bench press over and over, and over, and over again. Then I took a weight training class at my school, which helped me slightly. From then until March 2011, I didn't make working out a priority. I lived a pretty active lifestyle, so I didn't put on much weight, or lose much muscle. Back in winter of 2010-2011, I put on some weight, being 5' 11", and weighing 216 pounds of mostly fat, I looked at a BMI chart, which said I was obese. I didn't feel obese, or look obese (I thought) So I asked my doctor, and I remember him saying, "Yes. You are Obese." That moment right there is what kick started me working out to lose weight. I started running and working out, adn I'm proud to say I dropped down from 216 to 191 pounds in about 3 months. While I was running one day, I saw a stack of Muscle & Fitness articles in my neighbor's recycle bin. then while reading them I got inspired. Since then I've kept working out, but my knowledge has just become infinite compared to where I was before. I've really found my passion, and I know that this is what I want to do with my life.

It took almost getting held back my Senior Year of high school to make the change in my life. I was two percent away from passing the class that would have allowed me to graduate. Two percent! Had I tried just a little harder and done my complete best I would have walked across this stage in a couple weeks. I realized that I'm holding myself back. What do I have to lose? What's going to happen? I'm going to lose an hour of sleep? I'm not going to be able to see my friends? And that's when I applied it to my body. I've been holding myself back with my nutrition, and I wasn't trying hard enough in the gym. What do I have to lose? What if I get hurt? When people think of success and failure they imagine that success is like the end of a musical, people singing to the sky and everything's great, and failure is like falling into hell. IF you succeed, life goes on, and the next challenge is right in your face. If you fail, life goes on just as if you had suceeded, but all you can do is shrug it off and commit to doing it again, but the next time REALLY giving it your best. Because in the end, what am I scared of?