When I Eat Like Crap, I Feel Like Crap.

TIME TO REGROUP!!!!

I got injured.

I got down.

I gave in.

Simple as that.

Now I feel like shit.

Truth.

But as I recover and pick myself up, though I am disappointed in losing some of my results, I am still proud that I am picking myself up. I'm still proud that I've lost 30 pounds and I know in my gut, that I can keep going! I have to! Why would I give in now? I have coaches counting on me, challengers counting on me, my hubby & daughter counting on me, and ME COUNTING ON ME!

I know what giving up feels like.

I'd like to know what it feels like to NOT give up.

Some Days She Joins Us

Some days she joins me. Some days she watches. Some days she is in another room doing her own thing. But, every day she knows that fitness is a part of my daily life. One day, it will be a part of her daily life too because she has watched it for years! She understands why we workout because we talk about it regularly. She sees that we are not obsessed or insane about it. She sees that we don't avoid it or hate doing it. She deserves a healthy life and I am very hopeful that we are giving her the tools she needs to believe in herself, have confidence in herself, and most importantly, to love herself.