Started out lifting in 8th grade. Not eating right, just wanting to get a six pack, and of course big arms. People started calling me fat. I wasn't fat at all. Looking back, I had a pretty low bodyfat percentage. Anyway, tried to lose weight but had no idea how to do it correctly. Long story short, I went from 145ish lbs w/ <10% bf to 108 lbs, <5% bf. My heart almost failed from exhaustion and malnutrition. I spent a week in PICU. Started eating right. Learned tons about nutrition and LOVED IT!!!! Got healthy again, and a friend gave me "the itch" when he gave me some Meso-tech protein bars, old Flex magazines, and 3 lbs. of the best and cheapest vanilla whey I've ever had. I've gained and lost mass and fat, but most importantly God got me through all of it and he's the only way I could've done it.

God gives me the strength to build up my body, HIS holy temple.

I love to see myself progressing in this sport. Gaining weight, getting stronger. The feeling of goals accomplished.