When I was a youngster. I was trying to make the Olympic Team and I got a bid for one of the sections of the Olympic Trials. In boxing, you have three sections. You have the local, then you have the Western and Eastern and then you have the main trials. I was selected to compete at the one of the second parts of the Trials, well, I earned my way. But, I was overweight. I was real young and I was having a fucking growth spurt. I was trying to make 106 lbs. Shit, after the National Golden Gloves I shot up almost 20 fucking pounds. So, my ass put on the plastic and was running in the sun and I wasn't eating. I mean not a got damn thing. It took about 20 or 25 days, but I don't remember the exact number of days. Get this, I was training with some killers. Man, it was rough, I started getting dizzy. Then, about 15 days in, I stopped getting hungry. Soon after that the weight fell off. When I got to the tournament I weighed 103 lbs. I won my first fight but lost in the quarterfinals to a cat from Houston, well he was from Louisiana but he was fighting out of Houston. The human body is remarkable. It can do damn near anything. Like right now, I am about 25 lbs over weight. I can lose the weight but I ain't doing that shit again.