I started working out for sports in 9th grade. I feel in love and it became party of my life. I didn't stop working out after sports were done. I joined the military and continued to push myself physically. I was 25 years old when I was in a severe motorcycle accident which has altered my life. I was on bed rest for a year and have had to relearn how to use my body. During this time something I never thought would happen to me, happened. By the time I began walking again I was 300 pounds. I had never been over 220 at my heaviest before the incident. I still have a lot of lingering issues with ROM and pain, but I will not let myself be unhealthy. I truly didn't realize how heavy I had become until I saw a picture Jan 15th, 2015 of myself. Since then I have been doing my best to get healthy. I have now lost 60 pounds off just diet alone. I am now finally trying to find a way to exercise around my disabilities to get to my next goals of 219, then 199. 41 pounds to go, I will not give up!

I've always been competitive and that has fueled me to be a better athlete. Some people are self motivated and I applaud them I on the other hand am motivated by results if there is someone who can lift more than me it fuels me and it gives me a feeling of accomplishment while doing so. This may not make sense to some but this is why I love working out. I haven't found anything else that gives me the feeling strength does.