Everything I ever tried, I secretly knew I would fail at it. Every time I started something, I quit.
I pursued acting. I quit.
I got a culinary degree and started a career as a chef. I quit.
I smoked weed. I drank. I was waiting for death.
Fitness was the one constructive habit in my life. I got heavy into it for years and that was at least one positive thing.
Then a shoulder injury forced me into a 6 month recovery period post-surgery. I couldn’t wait to train as hard as I used to again. Finally, when I was fully recovered, I was like, great! Let me get back to where I was fitness-wise...