In The Beginning…

There was fat.

About 136 pounds of it, to be exact. Gathered from a lifetime of poor eating choices, lack of activity and excess of excuses. Staring at myself in the mirror, I would often try to rationalize how it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Sure I looked fat, but I still felt healthy, I could get up and move. I wasn’t bedridden like those people on TLC.

I’m happy to say I didn’t have a rude awakening in the form of a medical issue, but over time I lose the ability to reason with myself, to tell myself that I wasn’t too far gone. When my fat rolls hung along to my Johnson I realized things had to stop, thatI needed to fix myself and fast. that was a year ago, since then I gained another ten pound of buttery soft lard.

It was only a few days ago that something finally snapped in me, that the right neutrons finally started to fire and I decided to make a change, and a big one. Though I knew I couldn’t do it alone. I’d need to find support. Thankfully a new friend on Telegram told me his fiancé was into fitness, and got me in touch. Support acquired!

With someone actively providing me information and holding me accountable I feel Like I’m going to make the changes in my life I dream of and win a competition by the age of 30. I’d love to invite you, my humble readers, to join me on this adventure and endure my musings on the subject of working out, diet and the world of bodybuilding.