On 8 January 2024, I was 135 kilograms.

Pre-diabetic. Sleep apnea. High cholesterol.

Carrying weight on my shoulders, and carrying it in my body.

I was at the top of the stairs when I heard my daughter scream.

She fell.

I rushed down to her. Worried. Afraid. Scared.

I wanted one thing, which was to know what had happened to her.

And I arrived with no voice.

With no breath.

With no power to ask her what was wrong.

I could not hold her the way a father should hold his child.

In that moment I understood.

Everything I had done to build a life for my family, to build a happy place for

my children, to be there and enjoy my time with them... none of it was

happening.

I had built everything except myself.

Everything changed on that day.

I took a decision. I made a choice. And I started.

Discipline. Consistency. The gym. The work. The effort, day after day after day.

I forced myself to transform.

And it worked.

I reclaimed fifty kilograms of myself. Fifty kilograms healthier. I rebuilt my

life.

And then I stopped forcing.

And without realizing it, I drifted. Not because I wanted to. Not because I

chose to. Something quiet took me back.

I regained ten kilograms.

That was when I understood the real thing.

All that effort. All that pain. More than a year of forced action. And it could

not hold on its own.

The eating was never the problem. The eating was a symptom of something

underneath it, pushing me toward it.

So I started digging. I worked to understand where the problem actually was.

And when I understood it, I took the step that most people leave undone.

I did the work on what I had understood.

I worked on the problem at its root.

And the weight came off again. Effortlessly this time. And it stayed.

I am still on this journey, living at the level I want to live at, doing what I

have to do.

And that is when I knew what I was here to do.

To help people change their life at the root. Not the symptoms. Not the outcomes

they can see. What actually caused it.

And in rebuilding myself - GALA was born.

I restored my powers.

Powers that were always there

waiting beneath everything I had placed on top of them.

It is not something I studied. It is something I lived.

And it is something I continue to live...every day,

inside the same pressures, responsibilities, and demands that you carry.

I did not build this work. I lived it first.