It’s amazing to me that I would stop working out, especially when after I do work out I feel great. I’ve gotten to the point of being a true gym buff before, going 5 days a week regardless of how I felt and coming home completely spent. There were times I would shake I worked out so hard. I remember living in Elizabeth NJ and working out at the YMCA. It was a real mans gym with all free weights. To get in cardio you had to jump rope or walk to the gym. I chose waling to the gym.

After my workout I was so tired and so spent that when I started my half mile trek back home it was like another workout in itself. But my God, when I put my clothes on and stood up at the train station ready to go into work I felt amazing. I was completely a different person and everybody around me knew it. I can feel myself more motivated now to do this than I have ever before. It’s strange though why, after so much progress would I have stopped before. The only thing I can think of was I didn’t want it enough. I want it now, I want it more than ever before, and my journey has begun. Lookout world JunkyFungus is on his way.