I'm a pretty laid back person. I know that most of you don't personally know me, but I hope that you can see a bit of my personality come through my Facebook page and this blog. I'm pretty easy going, but super serious about the important things like work, my husband, my in-laws, my Mom and brother, my friends and keeping my kids alive, happy and well (that in itself is a very serious job when you are the mom of 2 little boys by the way). In most everything else I just try and have fun, hang out and chill, and make really bad ass food and work out like a champ ;) But a few days ago someone said something to me that got me thinking, and even a little fired up. She said that "I was very lucky to have such a fit body after having two kids." Now, trust me, I do not think that in any way, shape or form that this person meant any ill will in that statement. In fact, I think it was her way of complimenting me maybe. So I just smiled and nodded and jumped in my uber-cool mini-van to head home. Throughout the day, her words kept ringing in my ears and really got me thinking....and questioning. Was I just lucky? I mean, I've never really had a serious weight issue. I certainly was thicker in college, and managed to maintain that thickness for the next 9 years or so, because I didn't work out as much as I should have, and I pretty much ate and drank whatever I wanted throughout my 20's. Even then, at my highest weight I only reached 139 pounds on my 5 foot 3 inch frame, except when I was pregnant. Even then, I gained an average amount of weight with both boys and lost it all quickly. I started to really question my mission. Am I really just lucky to have stumbled upon this healthy lifestyle and a 20 lb. weight loss?? I mean, to some people that is nothing. Some people lose 100 pounds or more!! I started to question if I could really inspire people to live a fit and healthier life since I never had the "ultimate struggle" with my weight and never dealt with those demons. Would people listen to what I had to say?? Right at that moment, I looked at my forearms that were quite bruised from the previous days up/down planks. I felt my aching pulled hamstring muscle that has not had a chance to heal in over a month because I don't want to take a break from teaching my fitness classes. At that point I quickly snapped back to reality...........Are you kidding me? This is not a result of luck! In no way will I chalk up my hard work, willpower, dedication, POOLS OF SWEAT and nausea from doing way to many burpees to LUCK.
10 YEARS AGO TODAY AT 38 & 2 KIDS LATER
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