Discipline Over Excuses

Two and a half years ago… I was broken. 135 kilos. Nearly 60% body

fat. I couldn’t sleep without a machine. I couldn’t walk without losing my

breath. And honestly… life was happening for everyone except me.

I hated it. But I hated who I had become even more. Then one day—by

Allah’s permission—something snapped. I looked in the mirror and realized… No one is coming

to save me. So I found a real coach—Coach Rami. And I walked into the gym.

Then I walked back in the next day. And the next. And the next. I built a prison

for my excuses. And the key was discipline. Not motivation. Not hype.