
Yes, that picture is really me at 60 years of age. The photo was by taken by my sister, to show to her son, a Division I University athlete who didn't believe his "old" uncle could get into shape at my age. This photo was taken five months after I started the program outlined on this site. Here's how it all began.
About ninety days before my sixtieth birthday, I began to experience some health issues that really concerned me. I didn’t feel good, my head pounded for weeks on end, I had zero energy, I was fat and my blood pressure had skyrocketed to 183 over 100. Those rock-hard pectoral muscles I once possessed now were flabby and bounced up and down as I walked. I was starting to look like I needed a bra. That’s not a good thing for a man who was once proud of his athletic ability and masculinity.

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