Plain and simple, through my whole life I was the fat kid. From kindergarden to senior year, I was always the heavier guy who pretty much got overlooked. Self esteem at an all time low, and bouncing back and forth between depression, I knew I had to do something. So I tried to drop the weight.. for years.. with ZERO success. With each attempt lasting anywhere from days to hours, and failing miserably, I literally thought it was impossible. But then, the day came when I hit rock bottom, was desperate and decided I would do whatever it took to reach my goal. I dropped some dough on a gym membership, kicked out all my sweets, and loaded up on healthy food. That plus putting in serious at the time helped me drop 76lbs. In 6 months no less. :) Fast forward 2 years and here I stand, 10lbs heavier (not bad) but completely unfamiliar (and honestly terrified) of lifting weights. Still in my early twenties, I refuse to spend the rest of my life regretting not being comfortable in my own skin. So I'm back with a vengeance!

To be honest, the way it makes me look in and out of clothes. No greater satisfaction to me than getting into an outfit without hanging out on the sides, or better yet, being able to hop out of your shirt and into a pool without being debilitatingly self conscious. Feeling confident and (mentally) strong is why I workout.