I was born in August of 1972 in Denver Colorado. My mother JoAnn was a nurse, my father Steve was an accountant. We lived in a small 3 bedroom house with my older brother Jack, the terror. From the time I was old enough to talk, my brother did everything in his power to make sure that when he did something wrong, I got the blame. Fortunatly, my parents were wise to him by this point, and they never believed him. Ha.
My sister Carri was born when I was 10, and I’ve been so blessed to have such a wonderfull person in my life. Jack grew out of his need to terrorize while he was in high school, mostly because he was being bullied by bigger, older kids, so it finally dawned on him that you can’t live a happy life by making others miserable.

I loved high school. I really did. I wasn’t a great student, but I got by. I learned a lot about people and the choices we make, and how they affect others. I played baseball and volleyball my junior and senior years and had a blast. I soon discovered that
I was facinated by the way people can manipulate their bodies to do amazing things, whether it be for sports, or dancing, or just for living. I decided to study sports medicine and nutrition on my own, and my passion for fitness grew. When It came time for me to go to college, I picked San Diego for many reasons. I loved the weather, and they have a great school for my interests. I had a great four years in California.
I did some minor modeling and I met some of the best people I’ve ever known. After college, I came back to Denver because my mother was ill, and I wanted to be close to her.
My mother is very strong, and I’ve come to feel that she can survive anything. I thought about going back to California after my mom recovered, but I figured nutritionist/personal trainers are a dime a dozen out there so I stayed in Colorado. I love working with people and I’m glad I found a career that can affect people on a very personal level. We only get one body, and I hope to help as many people as I can enjoy the one they’ve got.