I was 265 at 5'9, and I had lost all muscle to speak of. Always one to be considered 'manly', by others and by myself, it was a sad state that I was in. I was working 12 hour shifts 6 days a week, eating terribly, and making excuses on excuses as to why I had gotten to such an appalling state. I was leaving for work from my 3rd story apartment and no sooner that I started down the stairs, my right knee buckled. For 20 minutes my right leg was stuck in a cramped state and it was excruciatingly painful. I went to the doctor the next day, only to find out that there was nothing wrong with my knee. Merely that the weight I had reached could no longer be sustained by my underutilized knees. It was during that visit that I vowed to never let my body reach the point of complacency of such detriment ever again. I am still overweight, mostly because I love beer and pizza, but I do not slouch on the gym. I try to make every workout count, no matter how short or long. In most cases i like to do workouts that are not only effective for aesthetics, but more importantly provide functional muscle growth that can be measured. Measured in Speed, Agility, Physical Aptitude tests, etc.

It is my love, my burden, my hate, my therapy, my desire, my frustration, my goal, my life.