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Being the child of a military man, life was never boring when Dad came home. It was like having a personal drill sergeant—he didn’t just bring souvenirs; he brought workouts! Family bonding meant push-ups, sit-ups, and the occasional motivational yelling. By the time I was 12, I could do karate chops better than I could chop onions (not that anyone let me near the kitchen). Life was active, even outside of workouts, because when we weren’t doing martial arts, we were working hard in the fields. Turns out, nothing builds character like carrying buckets of water while your siblings yell, “Faster!”
But then came teenage life—school, homework, and exams stole all my time, and karate became a distant memory. By 17, I weighed just 48kg, which, in case you’re wondering, is about the weight of a medium-sized suitcase. I was so skinny even mosquitoes looked at me and thought, “Eh, not worth the effort.” Confidence? Non-existent. And when the college jocks started bullying me, I decided: Enough is enough! I wasn’t going to let Chad and his protein shake posse run my life.
I joined a gym with a mission: grow muscles, grow confidence, and maybe grow taller (spoiler: that part didn’t work). It was brutal. Waking up at 5 a.m. to train while my friends were dreaming about video games, cooking my own meals that were less “gourmet” and more “creative survival,” running to college like I was training for the Olympics—it wasn’t a glow-up; it was a grind-up. But discipline paid off. Soon, people stopped calling me “stick figure” and started asking me for tips.
My newfound confidence didn’t just change how I looked; it changed how I felt. I was no longer the shy, skinny kid who got bullied—I was the guy everyone wanted advice from. That’s when I realized my true calling wasn’t in hospitality (though I did work for a global brand and can fold towels like a pro). My calling was in fitness. So, I swapped my apron for gym gloves, got my ACE certification, and jumped into the world of fitness coaching.
Now I’m here to help you achieve your own transformation—no yelling involved (unless you want it). Whether you want to gain muscle, lose weight, or just not get out of breath walking up the stairs, I’ve got your back. Fitness isn’t just about looking good for Instagram; it’s about feeling great in real life. So, let’s work hard, laugh harder, and transform together. Because if I can go from stick figure to personal trainer, trust me—you can do anything!