When I was 22, my supposed male prime, I tipped the scales at 208 lbs. All fat, and though my biceps looked huge, I later realized that even though they flexed hard, they were mostly comprised of fat.
So I joined the gym, watched what I ate and trimmed myself down to 175 lbs within 3 months.
Then came the dreaded "last 10 lbs", which took about 6 months to melt away.
So there I was, 23 years old, in the best shape of my life. At 5'11 and 165 lbs, I was feeling great. But something was missing. Something that screamed healthy, virile, athletic young man....a six pack. I tried everything from doing a thousand crunches a day, 30 minutes of hard cardio, and various dieting--namely the Atkins. No six pack. Just really hard abs under a nice cushion of flab.
And that would be the story from age 24-29, a vicious cycle of falling off the training regime and trying to get back on the horse. A close friend of mine told me I would never have a six pack, that I just didn't have the genetics, and that I should just give up. She motivated me over the course of my 5 years plateau, but nothing seemed to work.
Six months before I turned 30, I was determined to prove her wrong, to prove to myself I could achieve what I wanted, and most of all, give myself something I never had: ripped abdominals.
