In 2001, about ten years ago, I was in the best shape of my life. Then in one year, I started a new job, Sept 11th happened and my brother suddenly died. I stopped working out and ate everything in site. I got fat and gained a lot of weight. I watched my brother eat and then diet and then eat himself to death. On July 15th 2010, I weighed myself and I weighed 282 pounds. I knew I had to make a change so I slowly started to change my habits. Even though I lost 8 pounds, I started having heart and chest pains, my knees and back were killing me. I couldn't fit into any of my clothes and I was always sick and exhausted. One day I woke up and realized that the only person who was causing me to be fat was me and only I could make a change.

It gives me confidence and makes me feel good about myself. I look better and I feel better. Working out give you power. The power to succeed and the power to make things happen.