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At the age of 23, I finally committed to the gym, determined to alter my physique and confidence. I became what one would call a "gym rat," training every day and obsessing over my meals. The transformation was remarkable, as I put on muscle and gained recognition for my hard work. But, ironically, just as I began to embrace this new identity, I was labeled the “fat guy”—a harsh reality check that forced me to reassess my nutrition.
In the age before accessible fitness information, I consumed what I thought constituted a weight gain diet: fried eggs and mayonnaise, or whatever fast food was convenient. It didn’t take long for me to realize that if I wanted to change my physical appearance and become healthier, I needed to invest more in my nutrition.