Whitewolfs Fortress of Solitude: LIFE CHOICES

At the age of 17 – I had no motivation to go on with school. What was the point? I never had the motivation to accelerate at math/science…I never really understood language arts or social studies, and in all honesty – I hated 90% of gym. I mean honestly – if they just pointed and said “Go play!” that would have been sweet – but instead we had to play football with people who didn’t want to play, basketball with people who couldn’t dribble…I just couldn’t take it! Now, there were of course the great things about gym – like the girls wearing short-shorts, or my self-proclaimed epic jump shot – but nothing that really clicked for me at that time.

Fast-forward 5 years and I seem to have an urge for knowledge…or at least a backup plan – something that I can see myself doing and enjoying.

About 2 years ago – I was 140 pounds. I hated the fact I was so skinny, so I ventured out with my friend Abe to a shady little gym in the area around me. Now, I already had a gym membership at another gym – and I had never used it once…but how could it hurt to have TWO gym memberships? Therefore, at lunch hours I would go with Abe and we would do our measly workouts, and then I’d go after work (or say I was going to) and do a few other ones. Obviously…nothing happened. Surprise, surprise – repping 15 pound bicep curls and bench pressing 130 pounds a few times doesn’t work. So, I cancelled one gym membership when I moved – and the other I kept open, but we never really went, and I continued eating fast food and pizza excessively (which btw, I could really go for right now). One day another gentleman we worked with mentioned a “Corporate discount” at a new gym just around the corner – so Steve, Abe and I decided to check it out. By this point – I was getting chubby, but was still only 145 pounds. All my friends had been growing, and working out, and working hard – and I was still just the little guy – and being a competitive, dominant type of person – I was irked. I started buying those “Men’s Health” magazines, and reading online about supplements, and diet plans and the whole nine yards. Fast forward a year and I’m about 190-195 pounds, and my family & friends are shocked at the differences. I even have random people ask me if I’m on steroids, and or if I’m an MMA fighter – which I must admit is quite compliment if you know me. Now, don’t get me wrong – I’m far from my goals, and I still have a ridiculous amount of work to do – but it’s helped me really find something that I enjoy doing. Training! Honestly, if I could get paid to work out, and help others work out and see differences – I would be extremely happy. I love the idea of a set training/diet regime and I’d love to have the knowledge to better myself, and others. Therefore, I’ve asked my parents to help me pay for some classes this Christmas/birthday to become a certified personal trainer – so here’s to hoping!