Monday was my birthday; I turned 32 years old. I use to love my birthday, but to be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to turning 32 and I’m not entirely sure why either. A mere two years ago I high-fived my way into 30 and had a great year. However last year the thought of turning 31 and this year turning 32 just seem to bother me. Last year was a great year physically, professionally, emotionally and mentally. I got engaged, I quit my job and bought a gym, I’m physically stronger than I have ever been and I’ve just grown as a person overall. So, why does turning 32 bother me? When I started thinking of all these awesome things that have happened over the last 12 months and about how awesome 31 was, why does being 32 bother me? It really shouldn’t! If I think back to who I was when I was 22, I wouldn’t want to be that same fat guy who was out partying and drinking and smoking all the time and eating his way into an early grave. Ten years ago I was 100 pounds heavier than I am now… what the fuck?! It’s crazy to think of things that way. After taking some time to reflect on all of this, it’s been decided; This year is going to be an awesome year! I’m getting married in August to the woman I love, business is starting to grow and I’m loving owning the gym and on top of this I’m happy, I’m healthy and I’m getting better every day. So happy 32nd birthday to me; Let’s do this!...