The gym has been in and out of my life since I was about 12 or so. I played sports from childhood through college, so the gym came with the territory.

I think the furthest I ever let my weight get out of control was after my mom passed away in 2009. That on top of a lot of other things forced me to shut down. I just watched television all day. I actually put a dent in my couch.

It was no surprise to me how big I had gotten. I could feel parts of myself touch itself. I don't wear extra weight very well. I don't move well, I don't breathe well, and I don't feel well. I just wanted to be strong again and the first thing I wanted to start doing was sweat.

It mirrors a lot about life to me.