Weight Lifting has been a part of my life since an early age. My father was somewhat of a gym/cardio fiend, so he had weights in the house and even erolled me and my bro in Jack Lalanne's gym in '93 when I was 13. Though, with out a driver's lisense I didn't go much, it was no surprise that I would motivate myself to hit the weights early in High School during gym class. From then on, i carried an on again off-again relationship with the bench press, but it wasn't till I was about tweenty five when I realized the improtance of "Diet". That's when I reach my first truly visual success with my physique. Unfortunately, a back injury sidelined me in late 2006 causing me to be out of the gym for months and revert back to my poor eating habits. I balloned up to 200+ lbs before I took control of my weight once again.

I've never been more satisfied with my appearance in the mirror than I am today. I have a long way to go and still much to prove to myself, but I love what I see. Some may think its odd, narcissistic, or conceited; but I remember what I saw before and I still can't believe the transformation. Sure, I'm proud.