About me

When I started my fitness journey I just wanted one thing. I wanted to lose weight. I was overweight, insecure, refusing to take pictures of myself or take off my shirt anywhere in public. Sometime in early June 2019 I decided that I was going to finally lose weight. I didn’t know it at the time but this would be not just the start of my journey towards finding myself. Without researching, I started doing cardio every day and weight lifting a couple times a week. Slowly I saw the weight creeping down. I became addicted to the results. I began to start watching my portions, eating less than usual. As time moved on I started cutting out foods that I saw as “unhealthy”. Fast forward to January of 2020 I had lost nearly 60 pounds. I was eating 1-2 meals a day, each consisting of probably 500 calories (in other words severely under eating). I would wake up thinking of food, go to sleep thinking of food. I remember having no energy, daily tasks became hard to do. I still looked in the mirror and saw the same fat kid that I saw 6 months ago. I kept seeking results and I thought starving myself even more was the answer. I was malnourished to the point where I didn’t even feel like myself. If I even cheated one bit on my “diet” I would punish myself with cardio and even less food. Every day was a battle to even find the energy to even get out of bed and do daily tasks. My parents, my family, and everyone around me would comment about how skinny I had become. That's when, in February 2020 it hit me. I had to make another change. I wanted to put on muscle. This is when I started researching about diet and training, realizing I needed food to support my body. I switched from running every day till I wanted to throw up, to lifting every day, focusing on progressive overload. I was still worried about putting on fat, and was worried that if I ate more I would hate my body again. 

As I adjusted to eating more, I saw the results again, I felt healthier and looked better, finally having energy again. This change sparked my dedication to learning about nutrition and overall health in the first couple of months of pandemic quarantine.  As time moved on and I began progressing in the gym I quickly fell in love with it. No matter what happened in my day, the gym was the one thing that I could always count on to bring me happiness. Fast forward to the current day. I’ve learned that life doesn’t just revolve around how much food I ate that day, and whether I’ve had a good workout or not. I love staying consistent with my diet and love the gym but I will no longer beat myself up over one off day or a bad meal. I no longer look in the mirror and see that same fat kid from years ago. I see someone that has found himself. I see someone who has put their head down and worked every single day. The one thing that has been consistent, no matter whether I was starving myself, dreaming about food that I refused to eat, or pushing myself for that extra rep in the gym, is that I have never, ever given up on myself. I have realized that with hard work, truly anything is possible, and apply this to all other aspects of my life. I quickly fell in love with making plans for people trying to hit their own fitness goals because If there’s one thing I love more than the gym, it’s helping others in any way that I can.