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Basically I have had a pretty interesting last, we'll say
ten, years. I joined the Army in May of 2002. Took me awhile
after 9/11. I should say, I took the ASVAB through the Air
Force right after 9/11/01 and passed. And when I say right
after, I mean like 9/15/01.

The score is good for a year and it took me almost that
long, and a move to Indianapolis, to get back to a
recruiter's office. Turned out, the Air Force guy wasn't in,
and the Army recruiter talked a good game.

I went in to Basic Training a flabby 185 lbs. No muscle. No
training. And when they were through with me, about four
months later, I was a lean, mean 152lbs of rock solid
muscle. Went home for leave, put on a few pounds, got to my
unit, lost them.

In 2003 I met my now ex-wife. We were married and soon after
I got orders to Afghanistan. About four weeks before the
deployment, she told me, to my surprise, she was pregnant.

So, I went to the first few doc appointments, and then
shipped out. Eight months and some close calls later, I came
home to see my baby born. Errolyn Faith. She is my
everything.

While overseas, I got into serious shape. I mean i came home
and my chest was big, my arms were solid and I had a six
pack. And shortly after that, I went on a 4 mile ruck march
and competed with a ranking Staff Sergeant in my unit. We
each loaded about 80lbs in our rucks and were the first two
to finish. Four miles, 80lbs, uphill for two of those miles,
in less than 36 minutes.

The next early morning, I was in the hospital for, what I
found out later, two herniated disks in my lower back.

I was put on a "dead man's profile" basically stating I
could lift no more than twenty lbs and absolutely no running
or heavy physical activity.

Physical therapy on my post, at the time, was a joke. I
reenlisted and went to Hawaii where my life fell apart. My
then wife went off the deep end and I had to send her home,
while trying to file for a divorce and take care of my
little girl. I started to feel better physically, and then
reinjured my back, to the point of near surgery.

Mental and physical stress weighed heavily, and soon I
received an honorable discharge to get home and take care of
my daughter. That was 2006.

A few attempts at work out regimens, and a lot of food and
years later, here I am. I want to live healthy. Since my
daughter was 3 I taught her to understand that McDonalds and
Burger King and fast food in general is poison for your
body. And she tells everyone she knows too!

But my weight, and my out of shape body speaks volumes. One
day, Errolyn was laying with her head on my belly, watching
tv. She said "Daddy, your belly is so soft and huge!". That
was it. I knew I had to do something. I had been meaning to
get P90X. Watched all the infomercials. And one day finally
said let's do this!

So here I am and my daughter comes in and shows me HER
Karate moves and eats salads with me. It's great!

I can't wait til day 90 and beyond!