I am 29 years old, 6'4 and I've always been chunky or fat. I had never really been to a gym, heard of them but had no interest. In 2002 I joined the Army Natl. Guard and dropped ALOT of body fat and got very lean. They didn't let us train in the gym so the muscle was minimal. After I got out in late 2003 I went back to smoking, drinking, and considered a full bag of Doritos a meal.
Last April at 28 years old I was the fattest I had ever been. I starting taking 50mg Zoloft for major anxiety and depression that had consumed my life. My wife got me interested in going to the gym for the first time so I went not expecting much. I figured I'd do a couple sit ups then go back to playing video games and snacking on McDonalds.
Something clicked in me at the gym that day, for the first time in many years I felt alive, a feeling no movie, no video game, and no ice cream could ever give me. That day I took some pictures of myself, I'm not really sure why I took the pictures but something inside me prompted me too.
Anyways months went by and I found myself enthralled in this new fitness lifestyle, I spent all of my time research diet, excercise, and looking at pictures of famous bodybuilders dreaming that one day that could be me. My energy levels were at an all time high and my anxiety and depression were at an all time low.
Today after 10 months of busting my ass I took more pictures. Sometimes on the darker days I ask myself why I put myself through all this pain, then on days like today it becomes clear.
I wanted to share these with everyone to hopefully inspire someone who is just getting started and is in the same boat that I was. I am by no means even close to finished but I thought today was a good day to pull the car over to simply enjoy the scenery, and appreciate the journey instead of always focusing on the destination.
April 2008 I was 250lbs. Today I am 235lbs.
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