After multiple shoulder injuries while wrestling in high school, I stopped trying to keep my weight down and hit the weights. Unfortunately, my diet was less than perfect. I gained a lot of strength but packed on a nice layer of fat to go with it.
You know the story. I got married, had a few kids and forgot about my health. I jumped to a flabby 265 lbs. I saw a picture of myself holding my son with my shirt off. I looked like a white beached whale. It was horrifying! So I tightened up my diet and started lifting again, but I have never pushed myself for perfection until now.

I want my children to see the results of hard work and determination. Mediocrity should be a completely foreign concept to their minds. God has blessed us with these amazing bodies. It is our responsibility to take care of them and strive to perfect them as best we can.