It's a typical story. Boy meets burrito, falls in love. Gives life to burrito. Burrito does him wrong... leaves him in horrible shape. Woke up one day at 284.0lbs. High blood pressure. 30 Cigarettes a day. Something had to give. Foot in an early grave.

Quit smoking. A year later, I was still 277lbs. Came back overseas with a goal: To look good naked.

Yeah, still not looking good naked. But looking WAY better than I was.

I like to think of myself as an amateur philosopher. It goes well with being an amateur workaholic. Working out is exercise for the body, as study / reading / thinking is for the mind. It's important to be well rounded, rather than just round.