I officially embarked on my health and fitness journey in the Summer of 2019. That summer, I was the heaviest I had ever been and was truly unhappy with my weight. I had an annual physical and learned that I had high cholesterol. I was shocked and a bit alarmed, but it was not what prompted the change. My aunt died that summer from cancer, and I went home to North Carolina for her funeral. I hadn’t seen many of my extended family in months, some even years, and all they commented on was my size. Their comments, combined with the thoughts and feelings I already had about my weight, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I honestly had no clue what I was going to do, I just knew I had to do something. One thing about me is that when I get a plan and a goal in mind, I make it a point to crush the goal. I embarked on a fitness challenge, which consisted of working out five days a week, and meal prepping weekly. I woke up every morning at 4 am and did cardio, and every day after work, I also worked out. I was on a mission. Being physically fit is much more than looking great in your clothes, even though that is a plus, it’s about being alive and staying alive to live out your purpose and the call God has on your life. I refused to let a lack of discipline when it comes to food, of all things, steal my future and quality of life.