Every time I weigh in at the gym and the number goes down, I get pissed. No one around me, except my trainer gets it. They all look at me like I’m crazy… Because apparently since I’m a woman, that must mean I only have goals to lose weight and be skinnier.
Nope. Couldn’t be more wrong.
We have worked VERY hard over the past year or so to get a plan in place that keeps me gaining. Because I was too skinny (not a luxury at all, so don’t even say it) I was sick. I wasn’t comfortable in my skin. I was weak. I was unhealthy. It wasn’t a good thing.
Continue reading “My Goal is to GAIN”
“Skinny fat”… it’s a thing. It’s a thing no one thinks is a problem… and for some, maybe it’s not…but for me it was a BIG problem.
I was always sick.
I had no energy.
I had zero strength.
I could eat more than most grown men I knew but never gained a pound.
I remember seeing the picture on the left right after it was taken and being embarrassed (see bottom of post). That “skinny minnie” look everyone always said they were so jealous of was NOT how I wanted to look. Not even a little bit… but I didn’t know anything else was possible.
After many years of rapidly losing weight, never feeling good, more doctors appointments than I can count, passing out several times in public because my body shut down, and more hospital stays than I cared to have in a lifetime, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Continue reading “Always Sick…”
It’s Sunday. I’m outta town. Woke up feeling pretty lazy. Last thing I wanted to do was train but I knew I needed to get it in.
I could hear my trainers voice in my head, I could hear that super badass version of myself in my head saying “you want that body”.
Continue reading “Do the Work”