Don't Look Back

The year was 2008. 196lbs. 36 inch waist. I ate and drank whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted to. Not to brag or get too graphic, but I also slept with a lot of chicks.

Pretty awesome, right? Wrong.

At the time I thought I was having fun. As I reflect on this time period, I see a young man that gave up and let himself go. Did all that eating, dr

inking and sex really make me happy?

Nope. I was just low on self-esteem and those things were a quick fix to make myself feel better.

4HB saved my fuckin' life.

I'm so much more comfortable with myself. I'm pretty healthy, have a decent job, the best of friends and family...what a life. If the worst thing in my life is me living in San Francisco and not New York, then shit...I guess I'm a lucky bastard.

All I know is that I'm gonna try my hardest to keep this shit going. Sure, I'm not getting down as much (if at all) or drinking like a fish and eating like Joey Chestnut. That doesn't do it for me anymore. Maybe I've grown. I know I've changed. This lifestyle has made me happier than I've ever been and most importantly, I fell in love again...with myself.