I've never wanted to go to the gym, in fact I hated sweating and any physical activity (except maybe shopping). But after being diagnosed with lung cancer in October 2013 and have my lower left lung removed, then going through 3 months of chemotherapy; my body was beaten to hell. I was incredible weak, too weak to even lift my own body weight from an inclined position. I had to rebuild my strength and so I made my way to local gyms until I found one I liked.

When I began working out in May 2014, I hated it. I cussed at the trainer under my breath and quit early when I was really too tired. I'm not really sure when it began, but as time passed and my strength returned I began pushing myself beyond my trainers specifications. Then I noticed how I would drag myself to the gym, really not wanting to be there, but I would feel awesome after my workout. Then I realized I was itching to get back to the gym on Monday (I don't workout on the weekends) and I felt great after each workout. I'm not sure I've reached a point of "Loving" working out, but I do believe it's becoming an addiction!