After countless experiences that depleted me of self-confidence, I decided to take matters into my own hands and get in shape. I was at my heaviest around 18-19 years old when I was 260 lbs. After a few years of dark personal struggles with depression and eating disorders, I decided that I would start doing things correctly. I've come a long way since then but I'm still just getting started.

When I'm in the gym nothing else is on my mind. No worries, no problems, just getting in that next rep. The feeling of your muscles pumping up and pressing against your skin is like nothing else. Sure, people stare. Most people in the gym are competing with you whether they blatantly say so or not. But i don't care. The only thing on my mind is me and my goals, and the feeling of crushing those goals and pushing my limits has become an addiction.