I started lifting way back when, in the basement, with the plastic cement filled weights. Then came lifting for high school sports. I loved the way it made me look and feel! I truly wish I would have taken it more serious through my teenage years when many distractions were always around. In my early 20's I started lifting more consistantly with a couple of friends from high school. In my late 30's came some health problems. Being a weight lifter, I was healthy and fit and tried to eat nutritious meals most of the time. In 2004 I took some cold medicine to relieve some cold symptoms I was having. Within 5 minutes, my body started to spasm. I was chilled and my body shook for about ½ hour. I also started reacting to everything be it food, pills, or lotions. My body was remaining in a flight and fight mode continuously which led to very little sleep and the need to take sick leave from work. There was a whole week that I spent the longest hours of my life in a state of severe anxiety and sleeplessness. My wife tested me several times and detected many imbalances in my body, my nervous system, adrenals, thyroid, heart, practically all my organs were shutting downn. When given what was recommended to balance those organs, I again had my body begin to spasm. This reaction was unheard of and my wife sent me to the medical world. This was the start of a down hill spiral for me. The doctors were very concerned for me and did everything they knew of to help me. The first thing they put me on was for anxiety and depression. I reacted severely to it. I was then sent to a phycologist which upset me because I didn’t feel like this was something I was making up in my head. I started losing weight like crazy. I found a few foods I could eat that I didn’t react to and I ate like a horse. They were brown rice, chicken, some beef, salad, flax seed pancakes and eggs. I had to take my own food wherever I went. The catch was, I couldn’t have any seasonings or dressings or I would react to them. Heck, I even reacted to any exercise at all! The doctors ordered blood tests several times and found nothing out of the ordinary. I was sent to a doctor specializing in stomach problems. Again, no answers with the results. There were several trips to the ER at nights when my blood pressure was raging, I was sweating and literally felt like I was going to die. Everyone at work lovingly teased me about the food I ate and how much I ate. This didn’t last for long however, I became to weak to even work. I wasn’t even strong enough to drive. Through the course of this sickness I lost 85 pounds. I ate like a horse and the doctors had no explanation. Finally I was skin and bones and was so weak my voice was high and could hardly be heard. The doctor admitted me to the hospital. I barely had the energy to walk and was offered a wheel chair. The doctor was very concerned for me and the feeling I got from him was I don’t know if I will ever walk out of here. More blood tests were taken and stabilizing fluids were given. I knew the blood work technician and asked him if he could for sure pull up any parasites in my blood. He said absolutely! Again NOTHING was the result of the blood test. My wife was doubting herself, the MSAS and completely at her wits end! She was unable to hide her frustrations anymore from her friend. Her friend told her she would literally come to our house and sit there until we told her what was going on if Pennie didn’t tell here right then and there on the phone. Pennie finally confided in her about my situation and what we were going through. She told Pennie about a naturopathic doctor that did DNA blood testing that had been having miraculous healing results and gave her his phone number. By this time I had racked up huge doctor bills,; and I knew doing things naturally was going to cost us big time! No matter the cost, my health and life was worth every dime of it! The 3 hour drive seemed eternities long. When we finally arrived at the office, they took 1 drop of blood from my finger and put it on a small paper. We discussed my symptoms and the doctor began to do some muscle testing on me. (Muscle testing is when you hold your arm out and tell the truth, when pressure is applied it remains strong. If you don’t tell the truth, your arm will be weak and it becomes easy to push down when pressure is applied. The body cannot lie without becoming weak). It was through the doctor asking different questions and muscle testing that he was able to determine that I had had a root canal in a specific tooth. Yes I had. He asked me if this tooth had given me any problems. I told him that I had sinus infection on that side of my face quite regularly and had frequent colds. The doctor suggested that if I wanted to regain my health, I would have the tooth pulled completely out. To be honest, Pennie and I thought he was nuts! The doctor seeing how weak I was started me on a chelation treatment which helps oxygenate the blood and gives direct nutrition to build the body. This is done interveiniously. An assistant wanted to massage my feet with natural oils. I told her about my reactions to everything and anything and she assured me I would be fine, however she put a blood pressure cuff on me. Within 1 minute of rubbing oil and massaging my foot, my blood pressure rocketed dangerously. Many assistants were scrambling to get the oil off of my foot. Again, this is something unheard of. When the oil had been removed, my blood pressure gradually came down and stayed where it have been since my attacks began at a little above normal. After the treatment, the doctor has Pennie and I look on a tv screen at the one drop of blood that had been placed under a microscope. Before the doctor began, Pennie slipped him a piece of paper that had the results of the MSAS machines suggestions. As the doctor showed the white blood cells being eaten by parasites, the spots of yeast or fungus, and the Epstein Barr Virus in 1 drop of blood. I couldn't believe it! The MSAS had suggested the homeopathy to detoxify those very problems. Pennie's question to the doctor was "why can’t I detoxify these things from his system without him reacting?" He explained that the tooth with the infection for 3 years had my immune system so low that it was impossible to detoxify me at this time. It just sent my system for a tail spin. He told us that by removing the tooth, my immune system would be able to build itself back up slowly, then my body would be able to detoxify these deadly invaders from my body with homeopathy. At that moment the muscle testing became a miracle taking place in my life. It was astonishing to me that vial after vial of blood was drawn from me with no abnormal results found, and that one drop of blood through a microscope you could actually watch the parasites eating the white blood cells. Imagine, if we could see so much fungus-yeast, parasites, and Epstein barr virus in one drop of blood, how infested I was in each blood cell in my entire body! No wonder I was so sick!!! With somewhat hesitating, I called the dentist again to take more x-rays of the tooth. The films showed normal. I asked the dentist to please extract the tooth anyway. Knowing about the problems I had to reacting to everything, he suggested I go to a dentist that uses sedation. Pennie made an appointment and I was sedated. As the dentist pulled the tooth out, it broke into pieces, and was so infected it stunk. It drained infection for several days. After about 2 weeks I started noticing I being a little stronger and feeling a little better which after 10 months of pure hell was phenomenal! I then wanted to slowly start to detoxify the invaders from my body, so very slowly I started nutrition and homeopathy. Week by week I made progress and became a little stronger each day. I was still very diligent in eating brown rice, chicken, some beef, salad and eggs. Needless to say this diet had become older than the hills! Pennie had always told me when I get fixed I am going to have to be careful because eating like a horse and what a person can usually eat would make me obese! It took me 3-4 years to completely pull out of this with regaining my muscle. Hindsight, I realized it wasn't only my tooth. It was shiftwork at a job I hated, extreme stress, no fun in my life, overuse of stimulants, over training and emotionally drained. Through the Grace of God, my great wife and family I learned alot about how the body works and how it is healed.I give thanks everyday to have my health and my strength back. I no longer take for granted going to the gym and having the strength to work out and to feel and look better than I ever have. Making alot of life changes, like leaving a job of 20 years, treating my body better with better foods, and dumping alot of emotional garbage I feel like a new man! I am grateful for natural processes. Check out the profile pictures. I can't believe that was me!

I love working out because when you go to the gym it's just you against the iron. No one else can do it for you. I earn what I accomplish and wearing the finished product is the "icing on the cake." I love the discipline, the confidence and power boost lifting gives me. My days feel empty when I don't work out. I love the great comments from others, it lets me know the hard work is all worth it. I also love to see how it changes others lives. It's fun to help them succeed also.