Two years ago, I went on a cut and actually got lean — like abs-popping, compliments-in-public, “what’s your diet?” lean.

Then…

Crumbl Cookies happened. And Krispy Kreme. And late-night emotional bonding with drive-thru menus.
So yeah… I got fat again.

Now? I’m back on the grind — but this time it’s personal (even though there’s literally no reason). I’m training like a hybrid athlete, prepping for a HYROX competition I didn’t need to sign up for, chasing pain, discipline, and the most disrespectful shred possible.

Follow the chaos. This is my redemption arc — funny, unfiltered, and fueled by caffeine, regret, and macros from my trainer Wayne.

See Ya Later Stupid!