Once upon a time, I was athletic. I was fit, I was strong, I was young, I was virile. So much was in front of me, and I thought nothing could ever stand in my way.
Then something happened to me as it has probably happened to millions of people before me. I became independent. Now some of you may see that as a good thing, nay, as something that MUST occur in order for a boy to become a man. But for me it was my physical undoing.
Suddenly, mommy wasn’t cooking every meal for me. Suddenly, my parents gave me enough leash that I could go out with friends more and more often. Needless to say that teenagers aren’t the model of nutritional perfection. We would go to McD’s, Wendy’s, Harvey’s. Drink lots of pop, and little vegetables were consumed outside of meals that were at home. Now this did not really pose a problem in my life until one simple thing occurred. I stopped moving around.
Yes, it’s that simple. Once my senior year of high school ended and Freshman year of College began, sports drastically slowed down and then they eventually stopped. Couple that with my less than stellar eating habits and *voila* you have a recipe for disaster.
At 20 years old I found myself at my physical rock bottom. I mean, the 20’s are supposed to be the peak of a males life in terms of physical ability. Yet there I was, 6 foot 2, weighing in at 255-260 lbs, and in the neighbourhood of 30% body fat. I was borderline obese, and I looked like this:
*Viewing may cause nausea and vomiting*
What changed? Well I decided that I no longer wished to get winded walking up a flight of stairs. I hated being the butt of fat jokes by some friends. I wanted to reclaim the looks of my younger years. And I just didn’t want to be fat anymore. So I decided to make some changes in my life. I began simple, I ate a calorie controlled diet and walked my dog 5 times per week. After seeing promising results I decided to try a low-carb diet and also started lifting weights as well as walking, I saw even more results. I came to the point where I was at my goal weight of 200 lbs. and I still wasn’t satisfied, and then it hit me. I had become addicted to this stuff. I just HAD to be fit! I am proud to say that I had lost 55 lbs. And I now look like this:
*Much better*
This is a no-non sense website. Dedicated to informing, inspiring, and discussing fitness, nutrition and life. I am NOT an expert, I am NOT a scientist, I am NOT a fitness guru. I am a person who has busted his ass, and dedicated years of his life in the name of fitness. And I promise you, the reader, that I will do my best to bring to light important topics and articles to improve your life.
My Creed:
*trained professional. hahaha.*
- I believe in fully functional, compound movements, such as squats and deadlifts.
- Heavy lifting will NOT make you big and bulky.
- Going to the gym to do curls for an hour is fucking stupid.
- The squat rack is for SQUATS.
- The Smith Machine is for douchebags.
- I believe in eating a healthy, balanced, sustainable diet.
- I believe that if you are serious about fitness, then you should be serious about nutrition.
- I believe that you truly are what you eat. Eat like shit, feel like shit, look like shit.
- And lastly, I believe that no matter how much you think you know about fitness, that you should always be a student.
Look, listen, learn.
Thank you for visiting,
Robert Cilia