At the end of 2016, I had lost my father after a lengthy battle with cancer a few years prior – and my coping mechanism was food. My weight had ballooned to the mid-300s and I was miserable,

Fast forward four years later to 2020, I lost my mother to ALS at the beginning of the Covid Pandemic. While training for my national powerlifting records, a tweak in my back four weeks after my mom’s passing forced me to give up the sport when an MRI revealed a spinal injury suffered in childhood.

Instead of crying about it, I decided to take action…