Before prison
About me, well growing up was tough. My mom died when I was 12 and I was a momma's boy. High school was a nightmare, like walking on egg shells. My dad was tough. That's a whole separate story. I was the fat stinky kid growing up, not popular and not good at sports. I had no confidence, no direction or work ethic. By the time I was 22 I had a 42 inch waist and was near 240. I'm only 5'9" or so. I married the first girl that fell in love with me (she was great) and started our lives. I always wanted to be in shape.
Before prison continued...
I started lifting but was terrible at it. I knew nothing about diet or cardio. Met-Rx was just coming out, so I lived on it. With just chicken and Met-Rx, I dropped 75lbs in 11 months. BAM! All of a sudden it was like I had super powers. Girls were into me (that was new) and people wanted to be around me.
All good, right? No wrong, I always wanted to be this person but I lacked the maturity. I couldn't handle who I had become. My marriage failed and then I started dating a younger girl (10 years younger). I started doing all the things that I didn’t do when I was younger. Clubs, traveling and all the rest. I started to hang with people I shouldn’t have been around. I ended up doing things that I thought I would never do. We robbed some people. I took all the weight so the girl wouldn’t have to do any time. My prison sentence was 8-16 years. I thought it was the end of my life.
