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Beata, who had become my loving wife, agreed that it would be great for me to take another healthy step forward in joining the MMA gym that was bringing the champ down to London. The wheels in my mind were spinning; it was a great idea, as I had yearned for something physical and as I was getting chubby, my health deteriorating with each passing day. There was 243 pounds on my 6' 3" frame, which was mainly composed of fat cells. Not only did I aesthetically not look great, but also I felt sluggish to the point that I was sleepy all of the time. A very bad diet coupled with stress from work and strange sleeping patterns contributed to a round, soft version of myself staring back at me in the mirror each morning. Given all of the variables, I came to the realization that the astute decision was to stop thinking about it and just sign up!

The next day, I called the gym and spoke with the owner. He had a very calm demeanor and asked me to come in to check the place out. Beata and I ventured up the narrow steps to Suffer System, which was a newer club making a name for itself with a lot of up-and-comers on the MMA scene. The doors at the top were closed with fight posters showing upcoming club fighters posing against their opponents. Before entering, all we could hear were shrieks and grunts behind the door. As I pushed the door open my eyes scanned the entire gym, observing my new-found love: mixed martial arts.