I always loved the gym. I always loved to work out. I was always into bodybuilding and powerlifting and respected those sports but the choices I made in my life were a very big deterrent to doing anything in them. I was educated in workout regimens, nutrition, performance enhancing drugs, I read and researched it all. Yet I was living two lives. Friends I knew would joke and call me “yo-yo” cuz at times I get my nutrition on point, meal prep, hit the gym hard, gain all kinds of size and muscle, then I would go out with the crew and go on a bender and lose all I gained. I’m not exaggerating, I would bulk to 290lbs then be sucked up at about 215lbs. Then I’d get back to the gym routine, make some gains, then lose it again, back on, fall off, over and over. Hence the “Yo-Yo” handle given. When on a bender, if I did eat at all, my nutrition was absolute shit I ate In-N-Out burgers, Taco Bell and pizza more than anything else but I didn't stay fat cuz I put way more drugs in my body than food