I spent years studying medicine.

Learning how the body works.

Understanding metabolism, hormones, and fat loss.

Yet, I couldn’t fix my own health.

Long work hours.

Stress.

Skipping workouts.

Late-night snacking.

Fatherhood came, and with it, responsibilities piled up.

Before I knew it, I was 87kg, exhausted, and staring at a belly I never thought I’d have.

I tried everything—cutting calories, working out harder, eating "clean."

But nothing worked.

Then one night, I was playing with my kids, and I had to sit down because I was too tired to keep up.

I looked at them—full of energy, running, laughing—

And then I looked at myself—breathing heavily, barely able to move.

It hit me like a punch to the gut:

If I kept going like this, I wouldn’t be the strong, healthy dad my kids needed.

That moment changed everything.

And maybe it’s because I’ve been here before.

My father was an incredibly hardworking man.

He poured everything into his work and his family.

But he ignored his health until it was too late.

A heart attack took him away too soon.

I promised myself: I would not let history repeat itself.

I didn’t need another strict diet.

I didn’t need to spend hours in the gym.

I needed a new approach.