Though I've been lifting on and off for years, I let myself go while working long hours and engaging in some horrible eating habits. I say I started in June 2009...June 22, 2009 to be exact. I had just pulled out of a McDonald's drive-thru, had my value meal, super-sized with a coke and looked down at the basketball growing out of my stomach and wondered, "What the hell? This has got to change or I'm going to die."

When I'm in the gym, it's my time. I'm in control of what I'm doing and I'm competing with myself. I love the pump, I love the sweat, I love the way I feel when I finish and walk out knowing I've done something great for my health.