In the early stages of working out, I injured myself. At the time, I was working in the security field, which required me to stand straight for 12 hours daily. After injuring myself, those 12-hour shifts were an absolute pain. My back, my arm, and my brain were in constant pain. All day, every day. The pain was so intense that sometimes, I was even sensitive to light. I began to lose sensation in my arm and felt numbness in my feet. For a year, I told my family, friends, and coworkers how much pain and agony I was in. Nobody believed me. I was young and in great shape, so they thought I was over-exaggerating. “Everyone has back pain these days,” they said. So I kept going to work. At work, I would often sneak into the bathroom to cry. I was in an unreal amount of pain and having a very hard time understanding what was going on. Everyone thought I was making excuses and over-exaggerating the severity of my injury. I felt betrayed and let down by everyone around me. I was in so much pain that I couldn’t even do everyday things like clean my house, or something as simple as play with my cat. I was really struggling, and I didn’t know what to do anymore. I was constantly panicked, and I was driven into depression. Finally, I was able to get an MRI. They told me I had severe nerve damage in my neck. I had to get immediate surgery. At the very least, this validated everything I claimed for the past year.
Afterward, there was a lot of physical therapy that I had to go under. This was a major physical and emotional struggle for me, with every single day being filled with pain and stress. I was not recovering as well as I hoped and I had minor complications with the surgery. After this, I became depressed. I suffered anxiety, stress and I was hopeless. I wasn’t able to work out or have the appetite to properly fuel my body, causing me to lose a lot of weight. I was very skinny, and I was feeling more and more vulnerable. I didn’t really feel like a man anymore. I felt physically weak, drained, and that led to emotional and mental exhaustion. After 14 months of physical therapy, I went ahead and began lifting light weights and going to the gym. This time, I knew the best investment I could make was in my health. I turned to fitness and the gym. But this time I did it the right way, getting myself a trainer.
It was amazing to have someone coach me, and hold me accountable for my fitness. To teach me how to fuel my body, to inspire me to be consistent, to teach me fun and innovative ways of working out, and making me fall in love with fitness and self-improvement. I had results that I could not have achieved without the help of a smart certified trainer (Ty Kiki and Tim). Consistency, steady progression, learning about biomechanics, honing my physique into how I want to look, and feel, being in more control of my posture and my core. I noticed a huge difference in my life and overall well-being. I realized that this is my life’s purpose: To provide people with the most efficient outcomes for their desired goals. Burn fat, build muscle, improve posture, improve the quality of life, improve health and well-being, and become personally empowered for life.