Hello and thanks for checking this out. I got started working out when I joined a gym, to become big. That's all I knew at the time. After getting educated by reading, asking questions to the more experienced people, and by trial and error.

I then discovered this eating thing, cardio? Really? I thought it was just banging weights and being the biggest person around. Wrong. So more research, work, trial and error. I was still obsessed with just getting bigger. Eating everything, not eating right.i guess it was my bulking up phase....which made me fat...ter then I already was.

So, back to the drawing board...yo yo time up weight, down weight. Experimenting with protein powders of different companies, supplements, etc. so challenging.....so...I'm out. Done. Stopped lifting. Quit the gym, but still was paying on it.

But wait back in.....due to the fact I woke up one day from a sound sleep after a night of I think play station with friends, eating wings, pizza, complete bags of chips, 2 liters of sodas like water.....yum. Waking up from the sound sleep...looking I to a tv that was off, seeing a shadow of myself and counting the fat rolls around my stomach was enough to help this lifelong fat kid that got REALLY fat....you guessed it....back to the gym. Where for the first time in my life I counted sets, had a plan was consistent, and realized that this really is a way of life, not just a couple weeks or months should do the trick.....I wish.

The best thing about this was when I began to see results, I was happy and more motivated. But then I slumped most recently at the end of 2012. Falling in love with whole bags of Halloween snak packs of jkit kat's ...no they never went to the kids. I tricked myself, then treated myself to full bags of this stuff....wonderful for a couple months. I began to invent excuses not to go to the gym. Too tired, raining out, back hurts, I'll double up tomorrow....sure I will..

So finally late December, I started chipping away at all that weight gain so I can get out of my fat boy pants and back into my jeans. Early discouragement since the weight didn't fly off as fast as it went on. But I've been bustin ass and now taking my workouts to new heights has enabled me to see real results.

So now I'm ALL IN.

Thank you all for taking the time to read this, I appreciate it.

The absolute competition.
I get in that gym....and....its sheer focus. Me vs the weights, cardio machine, and angled bench for abs.
Can my gym handle my all out assault on it? Rarely does it. I leave that gym where everyone look at me like it rained in there...only on me. Soaked like i went swimming in my clothes.

All look means all jealous. That the plan, the mental preparation the focus, the intensity, and the attitude has all hating......which only makes me determined more to show all who the strongest, most intense person in the gym is. No question.....me.

Call it ego, I'll probably agree with you. When I'm there, it's my escape, my fun, my zen. Perfect for all reps, ok most of them. iPod playing some great tunes. No talking from me while I'm in this mode. Having the glare tells all to keep moving....only the occasional head nod to those I know, the few. I try not to know too many, cause I'm not there to talk. Phone is left in the car, cause I'm in my gym, my world....all mine.

So, that in short is why, I TOTALLY LOVE WORKING OUT!