Jay-Z’s first album, Reasonable Doubt, had just been released, Michael Jordan had just won his fourth NBA championship, and Bill Clinton still knew the definition of the word “is.”
I was ten years old and my family headed to Miami Beach’s Eden Roc resort for one of my father’s biennial conferences for the Cuban American Medical Association.
For him this meant 3 days of lectures, meetings and glitzy dinners; for my sister and I this meant 3 days of unadulterated “fun in the sun.”
We’d get up early and hit the buffet around 8 or 9 am, then spend the rest of the day at the beach and the pool, playing games and horsing around with the many friends we had made with the other doctors’ kids.
I’ve been lifting weights now for almost 20 years; and I’ve been studying nutrition and exercise science for just about the same amount of time.
One of the many mistakes I made when first starting out as a personal trainer 8 years ago was that I often gave new clients too much, too soon.
I would forget that not everyone was like me; and while this stuff may have come easy to me over the years, for most people it was complicated and extremely challenging, especially later in life—and even more so if they were severely overweight.