My name is William Trostle

The Never Say Die Guy

More than a catchy slogan, this is how I live my life. A lifelong Goonies fan (I admittedly have like five “Goonies never say die” shirts, no shame), this motto has carried me through the darkest periods of my life, and helped shape the man I am today. Faced with seemingly insurmountable odds beginning in my mid-twenties, I have lived this motto-fighting for my health, fighting for my life, fighting for my family, never giving up, never saying die.

You see, my audacious claim of being able to help you live stronger, live longer, and be the healthiest you’ve ever been, no matter the circumstances you face, isn’t some wellness guru clickbait…it’s my real-life journey! Over the past fifteen years I’ve battled my way back from stage four kidney failure, and a spinal injury that should’ve left me paralyzed. A life of dialysis, a transplant waitlist, and a wheelchair were my plausible future before I decided to take recovery into my own hands.

I researched. I studied. I went to school to become a certified personal trainer. I made radical lifestyle changes. Through diet and exercise, I grew stronger, and became healthier, minimizing the effects of my spinal and neurological issues, and after years of hard work, my doctor told me I was no longer in kidney failure. But then, in my mid-thirties, a decade into my health and wellness journey, my neurological symptoms got worse. I needed surgical intervention.

Over the course of three surgeries, and the hellacious recovery that followed, I had lost my ability to work, and in that, lost my sense of identity. If I was no longer able to train myself, and no longer able to train others, if I wasn’t able to earn my livelihood through the one thing I defined myself by, then who was I? What was my purpose? During this time my daughter was born, and I could barely hold her without being in pain and needing to rest after. My identity crisis spiraled deeper. I couldn’t even be a father.

Depressed, in pain, on medication that left me in a fog, my healing journey began anew. I had to be the father she needed. I had to be the provider my family needed. I had to be the ME I needed myself to be-the guy who doesn’t give up, the guy who gets back up every time he’s knocked down, the guy who never says die.

Now, in my forties, I’ve fought my way back to not only being able to train again, but being stronger than I was previously. I’m dedicated to sharing my knowledge of recovery. I believe that if I can heal, so can you. I believe that through the latest breakthroughs in nutrition, exercise, neurology, and longevity, we can thrive in life.