I have always worked out in the pass. However, a combination of family life, work, and laziness resulted in me weighing 206 pounds. This is the heaviest I have ever been. My cloths were not fitting me any longer. I was buying my cloths a lot bigger to hide my belly. Most of the time i felt tier, frankly I just didn't have any energy to do anything. The worst for me, was that I started to feel unattractive. I didn't like looking in the mirror. I didn't feel like myself anymore. One day my fiancé took a picture of me and my 2 year old daughter, abby. I was laying on the living room couch and abby was onto of me with her little arms wrapped around my neck. when I saw the picture, my heart snaked. I though to my self, wow what a beautiful picture, but my god look how big I looked. It really hit me hard. This is when i said "F*** this, I'm going to the gym" I decided to take control of my weight. I started eating right. I started to hit the gym 4 to 5 days a week. for the first month all I did was run. I ran 80 miles in 30 days. This was an a accomplishment for me. It has been 2 months since my journey started and i have lost 17 pounds. I feel great!! my energy level is up, Im fitting my cloths, and my confidence level is up. I'm not done... I'm going to take it to another level. I never had a six pack, so my goal is to get a six pack, and bring my fat percentage to 10%. My motto: "I WONT STOP!!!!!" PEACE!