What is today but yesterday's tomorrow?

I'm going to be frank(RAW) with you. I am no author... I could honestly care less about sharing my daily exploits with you... I am 23 years old and if you were to ask me where I would be at 23 back in 2006 then I would probably never come up with the response that I'd give you now. At this age I'm having exposure to things and people that some only ever get to read, hear, or see on tv. My life is pretty fucking good, dumbfounding at times but that's not even the case I'm trying to make. What I wish to share with you all is the importance of physical appearance. 

Sure, sure, you can call me shallow... go for it, but let's be real. We live in a pretty materialistic and plastic world. Society glorifies beauty and that's just the way things are. You can feed me all of that inner-beauty bullshit but unless you're EXTREMELY talented or loaded off your ass, there's no way that you're going to stand a chance with any of those gorgeous girls/guys that you occasionally come across.

So to explain a bit about myself... I'm the son of two immigrant parents that came from South America(no I will not be specific) and decided to live in Jersey.  I'm lighter skinned but my tan hints make it apparent that I have hispanic traces in me. Blah Blah Blah... I was never a full blown athlete, my only blood related uncle would make fun of me and call me fat every single time he got the chance(and to think I still look up to that asshole)... fast forward some years to Jan 2001 when I get diagnosed with cancer(no I'm not going to be specific again but if you know oncology you should have an idea of what kind it was). At the beginning of my adolescence god hands me a red card and takes me out of the game for 2 1/2 years to undergo chemo. In my time away from the real world, I underwent a massive amount of poison, steroids, shots, all of that other wonderful shit that kills the cancer cells while killing me in the process as well. I went from being chubby at 5'4 weighing 130lbs. to a fat fucking blob(obese) weighing 220lbs. at the same height, in what was no time at all. My skin stretched, hair fell out.. all of that fun stuff. My homies prednazone and decadron are to thank for the insane weight gain(shout outs to McDonalds, BurgerKing, Wendy's, KFC, and every other fast food establishment). Sophomore year of high school I gained my independence from the clinic and am placed in remission. Luckily I was going to an all boys private school so my image wasn't that important. Junior year I get transfered to my town's public school and that's where things start to change.

That was sorta like me... except I had cancer... the fuck is your excuse?

*Don't get me wrong... I know that the true value of people is not measure by what they wear or how they appear but rather how they conduct themselves, who they really are, and how they treat others.*

So I'm here a fat baby faced kid with no friends in a new school. I've always been rather charismatic(or so i've been told) so I magically acquainted myself with some kids and created a couple of friendships here and there. Everything was ok but the attention from girls was non existant. This notion made me sad. There were so many pretty girls and I couldn't even get noticed by one.... Shit sucked. That summer I said FUCK EVERYBODY i'm losing this weight one way or another even if it kills me because if I keep this up I'll kill myself on my own. 

I WAS RELENTLESS

So I walked.

and walked.

and walked.

and walked.

and walked.

and ran.

and ran.

and ran.

and ran.

and ran.

and ran.

and ran.

and pretty much cut down my food consumption by 4/5.

and just drank water.

September rolls around and no one can recognize me because I went from weighing 190lbs to 155lbs somewhere between 2-3 months. I told jenny craig to suck my dick, weightwatchers to shove it, and any bullshit weight loss program to go fuck themselves. Jared can suck my cock too after he's done eating one of his plain ass footlongs. And you know what? Everybody thought I looked fucking amazing... and do you know how that made me feel? Like JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST. 

The point I'm trying to make is... you can lose weight, you can be happy to look at the mirror, you can be proud of your image. Don't settle for a little extra weight. Don't settle for chubby, hell don't even settle for average. THERE IS NO EXCUSE. NONE AT ALL. I was fucking obese for christs sake. I've had cancer! I experience a mini-stroke! HALF OF MY MOTHERFUCKING FACE STOPPED WORKING ONCE WHILE I WAS EATING A SANDWICH! I'm not fucking with you! What is your excuse?!?!?!?

BUT WAIT!!!

I did it wrong.

I lost all the weight but had I done it properly the outcome would have been 300% better, but hell it was the first time I was ever so slim so I'd rather be skinny than fat any day.

So I maintained....the girls were around but not as abundantly as I would have liked... Fast forwarding some more.. to about 2010, I am college, get wifed up, let myself go and find myself in 190lbs territory again(I'm 5'9 by now). My girl leaves me, I get depressed, stay fat, and have no luck with girls again. Luckily my friends in college work at various night clubs throughout the city so I get back at it again. I start playing basketball with my friend from home almost daily, and I start watching what I eat. I cut out the carbs almost entirely and replace them with proteins. The summer of 2011 became one of my best and most memorable summers of all time. I was average now... but I didn't compare to the sculptures that were the rest of my 6 feet tall friends. SO I kept at it... and made the gym my second home. I went from being a size 32 waist to a 30 to a size 29... I have had to give away most of my clothes. My suits dropped in sizes as well... what was a super tight 38R turned into a 36R or 38S depending on designer. I'm either a small or an extra small, and it doesn't even matter if I have a small frame because I'm getting ripped! I went from have NO GIRLS at all to having OPTIONS. One of the most recent girls I've gotten with looks like a fucking replica of Jessica Biel! I just macked it to some random cutie last night as well. THE POINT IS I FEEL GRRRRRREAT!!!!! Tony the Tiger doesn't have shit on me!

YEAH... a 21 year old REPLICA of ^^^

If you're in ok shape or decent looking then you're probably talking or thinking shit about me already, but to those that have had or have that weight problem... You know what it's like. You don't have to watch tv or movies and be like "damn, I wish I had that body" or think "I could never look that good". That's bull shit! You can do it! I'll send you a photograph of my stretch marks if that makes you feel any better. I've shared this mentality with other friends of mine... I've changed their lives. They LOVE SHOPPING now and It's because everything they try on now makes them look awesome!!

Say what you want, this dude is the man...

So here I end/begin... 

I began this with the intention of helping others to get where they want. I'm not doing this for money, I'm not doing this as a hobby..... I'm doing this out of love. If I could help you feel the same joy that I feel from glancing at myself from the mirror then it will be all worth it. The better you feel about yourself the happier your life will be and surprisingly will affect those around you. I started my journey down this pain in the ass road on my own, but you don't have to. I'm am here for encouragement. I am here for advice. I am here for morale. If anyone ever called you fat, if anyone ever looked down upon you, you can make them eat their words in a matter of time. It just takes dedication. I can't put the dedication in for you, but I'll help as much as I can. I'm still not sure exactly how to provide the most help to any that desire it but trust that I will come through one way or another. I just couldn't keep putting the beginning of this all to another tomorrow. So now that I've really begun... let's get this shit rolling and start saying your final goodbyes to those fatty foods(for now). Until next time... start prepping :]