I used to hate the gym.
In school I dreaded going to P.E. class and even faked illness and injury (headaches, nausea, ingrown toe nails) to get excused from having to participate. I was always freakishly tall for my grade, stick skinny, and a hopelessly awkward and uncoordinated girl. In middle school I decided to face my fears and try out for the volleyball team. After having more balls smack me right in the face than be successfully hit over the net I decided to give up on anything athletic for good. Blessed with my mom's petite genes I was lucky enough all through high school to survive on McDonalds and Taco Bell, spend my days on the couch watching MTV and not have these unhealthy habits affect my physique. But this luck wouldn't last for long.
It all began with a little "flirting"
Collage began and I started nursing school. I had heard about the "freshman 15" phenomenon and I started to notice that all the soda, pizza, and fried food was starting to give me curves I never had before. So I started going to the gym. I didn't know how to work out and was a little intimated by the huge muscle men lifting, grunting and flexing so I would get on the treadmill and go for a comfortable run. And after a few months I actually began to develop a sort of fondness for the gym. I even looked forward to it, the ability to shut out the world, leave the stress of nursing school behind, the reward of pushing myself to go farther and faster, and the high of all the exercise induced endorphins that followed.
Then I fell in love. With a man who loves food as much as I do :) The gym took a back seat to romantic dinner dates and sharing our love of decadent desserts. After a few months of dating I gained a few extra pounds, which I jokingly referred to as my "love chub". Soon we began to plan a wedding. I made a resolve to get in the best shape of my life for the big day. But between the stress of planning the wedding, the bachelorette parties, the showers, and the cake tastings (ahh... I love cake) my best intentions were trumped and I hit my honeymoon with a less than bikini worthy body.
From "fitness flirt" to fitness fanatic...
Which brings us to the present... I only have 6 months left in my 20s. It's somewhat frightening but ultimately inevitable. And with a new year beginning I am more focused and motivated than ever to achieve my fitness goals. I plan to ring in the new decade of my life by being in the best shape of my life. And hopefully make turning 30 a little less painful. :)
On this blog I will be sharing my journey from flab to fit by 30, confessing my fitness triumphs and struggles, and sharing my exercise and diet plans. I hope to inspire others who have been "fitness flirts" to become fitness fanatics, to focus on their goals, follow their passions, believe in themselves, and fall in love with the gym! I hope you enjoy reading and would love to hear from you! Please feel free to share your fitness goals, inspirations, favorite work outs, and healthy recipes.
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