growin up bein the short fat kid, i quickly realized that life has more in store for a more fit person..by losing the 40+ pounds as a 16 goin on 17 year old i found out that life is alot better and easier being fit. <- lol funny reading what my 16 yr old self thought.

With that being said, i've had major falls and come ups in my life but thats where the saying, " Fall down seven times, get up eight", comes from. I began my bodybuilding journey officially as an 18 year old. i worked at a dunkin donuts located inside of a pathmark which had a very large magazine section and sure enough every day i went into work and a new issue of MuscleMag or Muscular Developement etc etc came out, you can bet your ass i was reading those and definately not paying attention to the donuts that needed to be attended to. That was a test of willpower but i was dedicated, and determined to not put on the stubborn fat that i had worked so hard to lose back on. i brought all my meals grilled chicken, brown rice, tuna fish, the whole nine yards. I took in as much advice as i could reading those magazines even writing down my routine i would do at the gym later that day/night. i made some serious beginner gains and learned more about bodybuilding then one can imagine.
As i got older 20-21 yrs old i started busting my plateuas and getting stronger and bigger than ever. people even were starting to tell me i was getting too big. As i progressed, people were telling me i should really do shows and i even started training with a guy a little to kind and learn about it more. Unfortunately for me, i had gotten a serious injury(still to this day I do not know what this was, but had extreme migraines that almost put me unconscious whenever i would exert any amount of force.) As this was my demise i had fallen off of working out due to numerous accounts of bad decision making that would take my body from bodybuilder to walking zombie.(no i was not on the bath salts lol). I had felt the time was right to come back to lifting after looking at myself in the mirror wondering how? or why? i had let myself get like this i had felt bad for myself for too long. i made my comeback to lifting over and over again. I would start to look good then fall off and the same thing numerous amounts of times. The summer of 2012 i was determined as hell and thought that was my year. My time to shine and wanted to be where i wanted to be by this summer. Nope. Shot down and needed reconstructive surgery on bones in my face.(Docs did a great job, obviously can tell by incredibly handsome i am lol).
This is where i TAKE MY STAND. NO LONGER will i feel sorry for myself when i get injured, but work through the pain instead! IT IS MY TIME to take control of my life! I WILL do anything and everything i can to reach my goals! MY DREAMS TO SUCCEED? IM MAKING IT A REALITY!

The feeling of the pump rushing to your muscles. The feeling of thinking, am i gona stop this rep, AND SAYING **** NO! and busting out a few more. Being able to look at myself in the mirror and be proud of what i have done with my body and what i am going to become in the future. Being able to say to myself did i push myself my hardest today? you bet your ****ing ass i did!