I honestly feel that my involvement with this show was intended since the day I was born. The way Biggest Loser came into my life is nothing short of intricately crafted fate.

I distinctly remember laying on my couch watching television at 4:00 in the morning. While having a heated debate with myself over the importance of sleep, a commercial came on promoting a Biggest Loser casting call that was to be at Universal Studios later that day.

I don’t know why I was up that late or why I was watching that channel at that very moment, but in retrospect I can only assume that it was destiny. 

After watching the commercial in it’s completion, I decided I had nothing to lose (except for like 150 pounds.) I jumped up, got in the shower and got ready to go. 

I didn’t get a minute of sleep. I didn’t even tell anyone I was going …I just went 

By the time I got to Universal City Walk, I think I was like… 368th in line. 

There would end up being almost 800 people by the end of the day. 

Waiting in line was the absolute worst! I was by myself and my phone was dead, so I had nothing to do but THINK. And for a casting call of this magnitude, you cycle through a million gray hair inducing “what if’s.”  

For myself, I instantly got discouraged looking around at the hundreds of more deserving applicants waiting in line with me. I would say that compared to everyone there, I was SMALL in size. Which says a lot considering I was 336 pounds at the time. 

After about a 4 hour wait, it was finally my turn. Me and 9 other hopefuls sat around a large circle table inside a City Walk club called “THE GROOVE”

Sitting two chairs to my left was the casting director, whose name I can’t remember for the life of me. She introduced herself and one at a time we took turns telling our story. 

I was second to last, which means I got to hear eight of the most heart wrenching stories I’ve ever heard in my life before It was my turn to talk. I remember everyones story was so compelling compared to mine. 

By the time it was my turn, I just assumed I wouldn’t make it. 

So when the casting director told me I was next, I didn’t talk about the pain of growing up fat or the stress it caused on my present day life…. Instead I rapped.

Yup that’s right. I rapped.

It’s lame I know! But while wasting time in line, I constructed a short a rap that told the entire story of my life as a fat kid. I’m not sure what possessed me to do such a thing. I guess I thought It would make me stand out somehow… 

When I finished, I remember hearing a hesitant applause from the people at my table. I instantly felt embarrassed! The vibe I got from everyone was that I was some punk kid who was making light of an incredibly serious situation. My stomach was in knots and I remember thinking “wow, I blew it.”

So I went home 

& that was the end of it…

until I got a call back.