Worst of all, my self-esteem was so low that I wasn’t appreciating my beautiful wife and son.
It took the wisdom and strength of one of my best friends to realize what was happening to me.
He took the initiative to drag my ass to the gym and put me through a torturous workout.
It almost killed me.
And that’s when I realized my body wasn’t the same as it used to be.
After years of wrestling, football, weight lifting, parkour and military life I was banged up. I had broken ribs, twisted ankles, torn knees, fractured wrists.
I was a battle-ravaged veteran coming to terms with the fact that my body had changed.
But it was at my lowest point that I realized the most important thing: