28/05/2025
I used to run 10 kilometers a day.
Had abs.
Strong. Fast. Focused.
Was 90 kilos.
Back then, I didn’t know how good I had it.
Because when your body’s working, you stop noticing how much it’s doing for you.
Then I moved to Canada.
Different place. Different pressure.
And bit by bit… I lost my grip.
Food became a way to escape.
Stress became constant.
And the body I once pushed with pride… felt heavy.
I gained over 30 kilos.
My face was bloated. I had no energy.
And my confidence? Gone.
I’d wake up tired.
Eat to feel better.
Then hate how I felt after.
And the worst part?
I didn’t even feel like myself anymore.
This wasn’t just weight.
This was losing my identity.
I was the guy who trained hard.
Now I was breathless just moving around.
One day, I sat with it.
No drama. No noise.
Just me, realizing…
“This can’t be how it ends.”
So I started over.
Step by step.
Walking before lifting.
Simplifying my meals.
Cutting the noise.
No diets. No extremes.
Just honesty. And habits that didn’t burn me out.
It took time.
But I lost 25 kilos.
Got my health back.
Got my clarity back.
Got me back.
Not because of a number.
Because I rebuilt from the ground up.
Now, I help others do the same.
Whenever someone tells me about how weight gain is affecting them the guy who was 120kg listens..
Because I’ve been on both sides.
Pushed to the edge.
Pulled myself back.
Built something that lasts.
