It was an on off thing, after I got out of the military. I was already in shape and really didn't need to workout. Years later I was blessed with a son. And nothing else mattered. But even in the light of having a son I was also given a divorce, that sent me spiraling into a world of binge eating and binge drinking. I go home with 8-9 24oz cans of beer. Eat at 12 midnight gorging myself on food and not caring what it was. I went from 129lbs to 198lb and have retained that weight since then. This morning I took a good look at myself, saw my engrossed stomach. The flab on my arms. Depressed look on my face....It was more then I could bare. I had gone from Marine to monster. I did not like it at all. It has been almost 5 years since then and I still haven't done anything about it. But its time, thanks to my son.... "get busy living, or get busy dying"

The feel, the power, the strength, but most important of all--the look on my sons' face knowing his dad is going to be around for a long time.