I started hitting it hard because it was a gloom and doom situation and I needed an outlet to get all the anger and frustrations out. I was mad at myself for letting my body go and never realizing it. I was angry with my sons mom, I was overall pissed at the world and needed an outlet to channel the rage other than terrible food that drained my wallet and self esteem. It was a downward spiral, "oh im feeling depressed, let me grab a cheeseburger cause I love those" I countered depression issues with fast food and in turn caused me to be more depressed as my waist line grew and the LBS stacked on up to 280. I got to the point where I simply said enough is enough and just like that I changed my diet and started hitting the gym with the mindset of I am never going to look like this again, I am going to see things and feel things on myself that I've never had, like vascularity and abs

I find my solace. I find a place where stupid faces blood and sweat get wiped away and all thats left when its over is YOU, your results, your life. It is my oasis.