Small victories make my day!

Hey ya’ll!

Ok so for this to make sense, I’ve gotta share some background with you. Maybe some of you can relate…

I’m going to share a short version of “my story”-Biggest Loser style, you know when they talk about their weight issues history. So, I’ve always had issues with my weight, I’m pretty short; 5’3″ sometimes 5’4″ depending on which way the wind blows. I have food issues, I love to eat! Anyway, I think I weighed over 170 lbs when I was in middle school. I’ve blocked it out, so I’m ballpark guessing. I started going to my sister-in-law’s house in Jr high and using their treadmill. By high school I had lost some but was still overweight. College introduced me to diet pills…super super unhealthy!!! I didn’t eat and was skinny fat.


Workout selfie 5 mos preggo in Hotel in San Antonio at ISTE

A few years ago, I got a trainer and found weight lifting. I loved what it did to my body. I loved feeling strong and toned for the first time in my life; of course I cleaned up my eating a bit as well. I started to love lifting weights and eating healthy and making it my lifestyle. So for the three years prior to getting pregnant, I was in the best shape of my life. Anyway, when I had my son last year, I gained 50-60 pounds (I quit looking at the scale at the end). I worked out for the majority of my pregnancy, hell I did the Warrior Dash while pregnant-yes I cleared it with my doc and skipped dangerous obstacles. But, I gave in to my cravings for sweets entirely too much.


Preggo Warrior Dash with my loves

This brings me to the point of my story. I had a moment in the gym yesterday, I was doing single leg squats up on a bench holding a 15lb dumbbell and a guy and his buddy walked up and asked me what form I was using. At first I didn’t know what the heck he meant “what form”, what do are you talking about? But, then I understood that he was asking me how to do it. He asked, “that looks pretty intense, I want to incorporate that into my next workout. How do you do it?”. I went on to explain, trying not to gasp for air. As they started walking away, a smile spread across my face. “I’M BACK”, I thought to myself; and it felt awesome. I guess that thought came to mind because I used to feel like the gym was a place where I felt comfortable; where I felt like I belonged. Ever since I started going back after having my son, that feeling was missing. I was even a little self conscious.

It felt awesome to have other people look at me working out and think that I have it together. I definitely don’t, and this is where I let you in on a little secret, no one knows what the hell they are doing (not just in the gym-but in life as a whole). Don’t get me wrong, there are folks in the gym that are “experts” in that area but would they know a thing about what I’m an expert in? No. We are all just people, so if you have been scared of going to the gym or graduating from the treadmill to some dumbbells, I hope this gives you the kick in the butt you need. Who cares if you aren’t a pro or if you look stupid, you are there putting in the effort. Your body will thank you. 🙂

So work hard ya’ll, if your dream is a healthy, fit body that will last you a long time.

I’ll leave you with a favorite saying of mine: Dreams don’t work unless you do-John C. Maxwell


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