I want to talk about working out and all of the drama surrounding it as well as how working out has affected my life. With growing up being told I was big-boned and my ass being a frequent topic of conversation, I have always had body image issues.
I got to my heaviest in 2011 after two years of traveling for the fraternity, and my primary food groups being beer and fast food. When I moved back to New Mexico, I was blessed to get a job at a place that had a gym and a trainer. I started losing weight and feeling great. I also walked miles each day around the building. I didn’t sit at a desk as I do now. I still ate like shit, but my activity was fantastic. When I say I was feeling great, I mainly was feeling great. I felt sick every night and couldn’t figure it out. Once I did figure it out, thanks to a great grandmother and grandmother, I realized I had genetically inherited celiac disease. Once I cut out all things gluten, I lost more weight.