It Begins….

Hello, fitness freaks, metal heads, scumbags, and otherwise.

Where to start? I suppose I can start off with a bit about myself. I'm 22, in the early stages of my ISSA personal training certification, I love metal, grind, hardcore, and anything that makes me want to punch a wall with my face. I've been in love with a beautiful girl for 5 years, I have two dogs (a pug and a teacup chihuahua. Manly, right?), a fish, and a ball python. I've been in and out of metal bands for the past 6 years, I've played guitar for 14, but I've recently decided to put music secondary to a life of lifting. My goal here, and as an eventual trainer, is to motivate those who need it, even if you don't necessarily want it, as well as learning to express my own thoughts and feelings through my writing. For those who always visualize better, healthier lives for themselves, but choose to remain stagnant? Keep your eyes on this page. Let's turn that shit around together.

Going more in-depth with my fitness obsession, it really started in high school. I was one of the smallest in my class. I think going into high school, I was maybe 5'6" and 130 lbs., and came out not much bigger at 5'9" and 135 lbs. It never really was a huge issue, but little comments from friends and peers always ate away at me. Hanging with guys who were in the weight room for football conditioning kind of puts you down the totem pole a bit. And even though they were in there, I never touched it in fear of being made fun of. Instead, I did the teenager thing. I skated, played guitar, acted like an idiot with my friends, and pretty much ate like shit 90% of the time. But why should I care? My metabolism is through the roof, I weigh next to nothing. There is literally nothing wrong. Fast forward to last December when I really got bit by the fitness bug. I would look in mirror and hate my appearance. I've always kept myself clean, well-groomed, and try to dress as nice as I possibly can on my budget. But looking at myself naked? Ew. You could see my ribs, my hips, and there wasn't much of a form at all. I knew it was time to make a change. So, I did the typical "I'll sign up for Planet Fitness in January, go twice a week, and try to get in shape" thing. Come January, I started going twice a week. It felt good to be lifting weights and making myself stronger. Then, I started buying supplements. The basics like protein, creatine, and multivitamins. I kept this up for maybe two weeks, and instantly thought "Fuck this. I'm not going to get the results I want by doing this shitty workout routine twice a week." I started adding a day…then another day….then another day. Finally I started my routine at 5-6 days a week. It felt great, and I've started to see some minimal growth, but growth nonetheless.

It is now the second week of April and I weigh 151 lbs. base, my strength is exponentially greater than it was when I wasn't working out, and it's kickstarted me into a life of fitness obsession and addiction. So much so that I'm buying the materials for my ISSA certification course today, meaning that hopefully in the next 10-12 weeks I will be a nationally accredited, certified personal trainer, helping people (as well as myself) obtain the bodies and lives they want, instead of sitting on their fat asses doing nothing but complaining about what they want to do, or need to do. After that, I hope to follow my aspirations of opening a warehouse gym. Lots of work and stress, but nothing is impossible if you set your mind to it. So, that's basically my story in a very compact nutshell. I am beginning the rest of my story now, and hope you all care to follow me. I invite all of those who want help to read this blog, or come to me for help. You can find me here, on my personal Facebook, or at Lethal Force Fitness. Let's work together and get fucking primal!


-Stay grind.