Before I came to America I had one goal in mind: to make it to the country of dreams, United States of America. The mantras “I’m gonna get my green card, I’m gonna get my green card” and “I will turn pro, I will turn pro” were on constant repeat in my mind. When it looked like I was never going to make it I refused to wonder “what if it does not happen for me” because it was too scary. There were no options, no compromising alternative options. I had to make it or I’d die. Literally I would rot from the inside of my soul and out.

Now, well, I’m in the country of my dreams. My goals changed into several stepping stones. No complete end zone where all tasks are done, all assignments completed. I do have a clear plan and a map on how to achieve all these ‘achievement destinations” but I have confidence in the fact you tend to end up where you honestly plan to end up. You sail a boat and when you do you keep steering it towards the right harbor and when the winds pushes the boat off track, you keep pushing back with the eyes on the target, right?

So, what about my training? My goals? I don’t have any big ones here, my body is just one of my tools in my arsenal. It does not “do” anything for me unless I know how to use it. Having an asset is one thing, but using it to your advantage is another. Many fitness people who have big ambitions forget that their physiques are mandatory to succeed in the fitness industry, their physiques are not unique. It’s what they combine the physiques with that matters and separates them from others. Training and dieting, yes it gives you a great body, but then what? You must focus on having skills as well instead of acting like a poodle in a dog show.

It’s a challenge to get into amazing shape. But to maintain it is even more challenging since you need to remotivate yourself every day. “Why am I doing this?” “for what am I doing this?”. When the dream body becomes an everyday thing, an everyday silver lining on the cloud but also an everyday chore to work at, you find new challenges in staying motivated.

Some days I wonder what I am doing in the gym. I wonder what am I here for? I feel like I don’t know how to train and I doubt all theories, concepts and strategies I’ve used, adopted, applied. When you’ve been working towards perfection, more muscle, less fat for more than a decade and not have a sport to fall back on (like sprinters can keep sprint, basket ball players keep playing, MMA athletes keep sparring) you find yourself in a labyrinth. You can just wander around, there is no real end destination or a goal anymore.

I don’t know how to train without trying to get stronger, get tougher, do more, add more. That is what I’ve done for years. Now I altered my focus into relearning how to run, improving flexibility, perfecting the symmetry and lines of my physique instead of just “more muscle, less fat, more more more”. One day I saw it was not what I wanted. And so I changed focus. this was November 6th last year. Remember how worried I was but that I KNEW, I KNEW I was doing the right thing? Well, I was right. Of course!

My goals now are like I said not physical anymore. My body is just a work tool. To reach all I want to reach I need to work with my best asset: my mind! I’m focused on creating my Fighter Diet Empire. I want all cabbage bags to have a “fighter Diet approved!” stamp on them, I want to defatten America. I want to reach out to way many more people who don’t know what to do to get into shape without doing Jenny Crap Craig or any other stupid “you will regain when you stop” plans. There is a big need for consistency and preventive eating. And I am here to tell as many as I can about it.