Francesco Castano ruined my voice, and I'll explain why at the end of this true story. Months and months back, I was well into working out...psychologically. True, I was attempting all kinds of exercises (most centered on widely varied pushup and abdominal routines) yet I did not have a solid foundation on which to work. I was using a resistance gizmo for arms and shoulders, and to shape my abs I, and I confess it in writing here, used a product endorsed by a former sitcom star. Low I'd sunk indeed. All this however, was replaced with weight training. Ah yes, I'd discovered the wonder and benefits of old school iron pumping. The only problem remained which exercises to do? Which were most effective? I poured over paper (Muscle magazines) trying to piece together the ultimate workout. Then, after many dollars and many paper cuts, I found Francesco's MUSCLENOW. Francesco's system works. You will loose bodyfat, you will get bigger, you will get ripped. You will experience that surge of adrenaline and that wave of triumphant intensity when you crank out your last rep of your last set on a high set week (cycling, you'll read all about it). I don't endorse anything...ever. I don't wear company shirts, or hats with logos, I detest brand names. I'm endorsing Francesco because this past summer everyone I knew asked me what supplement (even steroid) I was taking. And they continued to ask me over and over, because they couldn't believe that I could've attained my physique NATURALLY, without buying any high-priced supplement advertised in the fitness mag guaranteeing fat loss or muscle gain in three weeks or your money back. Thus, I had to explain, over and over continually, that I was on no supplement, and that I needed no supplement, simply that I was on an incredible workout program. Yes, Francesco Castano gave me laryngitis, but he also gave me a body that becomes more finely chiseled each and every week. So I guess we're even.