Stepping on the scale and seeing a whopping 240, which is my heaviest. I became so depressed, and then I became angry that I was depressed, it drove me to be determined to be a better/healthy person.

About 2 years ago, I stepped on the scale. What I saw before my eyes didn't register. I basically said that this scale was wrong and that there was no way I weighed that. It took a little bit for me to actually accept it. Not to mention I kept feeling sorry for myself.

One day I changed all of that. Went back to school, found a new job, made sure my family was close . After all of that, I was in the mindset to transform. I would go for hour walks every day after work, because I couldn't afford a gym membership. I also had cut back on my food intake and started eating healthy. I had dropped to 190. Then, apparently I fell off the wagon and went back up to 215, so Feburary of 2013 I went to the gym. I have been working out every single day without missing a day. I am determined to be the best I have ever been. I have come so far away, that I am even more determined to see it through the whole way. I work over 60 hours a week and I am exhausted, but I will always make sure I find my time for my fitness. My workouts and nutrition have become my favorite obsession. I love who I am and especially who I will become. It takes time, but trust me it is well worth it.

I love the feeling I have, the confidence I am building and the energy I have gained. There is no better feeling then feeling like a Spartan victor. I feel like after I have a great workout and eating right I can truely do anything I want. Which is the best feeling ever.