Slam! Stabbing pain, blurred vision, and weak knees accompany me as I collapse onto the bench. Kenny, my friend, looks at me with concern on his face and asks me, "What's wrong with you?" "I don't know, on that last lunge it felt like a rubber band snapped inside my knee." I didn't know it at the time, but I had injured my knee while trying to lose weight.
What does this guy know about struggling with weight?
In order to answer that question, I have to backtrack just a little bit. Growing up I was a very active child participating in a range of sports: football, basketball, riding bikes and skateboarding. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would struggle with my weight, but life and circumstance came knocking at my door and sure enough I let them right in. After a failed relationship, I used food as a way to fill the emptiness inside of me. No matter how much I ate, I could never fill that hole. Before I knew it, I had gained over a hundred pounds and a host of other problems that came along with it. Blood pressure medication, lethargy, and an ever expanding waistline took a back seat, at the time, to what I considered my real problem. I literally could not look at myself in the mirror without absolutely hating my body. "How did I let it get this bad, nobody is going to want to be with you, and what can I do to fix this?" these were the thoughts and questions going through my head at the time, the more I thought about it the more I ate, and the more I ate the worse it became.
Enough was enough
I finally decided instead of feeling sorry for myself; I was going to do something about it. I experimented with all the fad diets, miracle pills and the like. However, as soon as I quit, the weight would come right back. I thought to myself, "There has to be a better way." With renewed determination after my many failures, I did my research on proper diet and exercise and eventually found myself at the gym. Only problem was, I had no idea what I was doing. Not long after that was when I injured my knee which made me realize the importance of proper form.
I wish there had been someone show me the "right way." Nonetheless, I was still dropping weight quicker than I ever thought was possible. All of the sudden I had energy, I no longer needed blood pressure medication, and before I knew it I had lost almost one hundred pounds! I could genuinely look at myself and be proud of what I had accomplished.
The compliments started flowing like a river and my confidence soared as a result. It was right then and there that I decided this is what I want to do for a living. I want to help people who are in the same place that I was. I'm living proof that it's not impossible, and I know if I can do it so can you. There is nothing that I want more than to help you fulfill your dreams.