A Better Me, A Better You
Steve told me long ago, that one day I would be a personal trainer too and I just looked at him, like– whatever. Low and behold he was onto something. Starting Monday, I will begin taking courses in the Fitness Trainer program at Clark College.
In the midst of finding myself and losing 170 lbs. I feel it would be a injustice to myself and others to go back to a normal job. I need to work in a profession where I share my passion. It’s just a natural progression — the next step. My new found love for health and fitness is not just a trend. I want to live a healthy, fit lifestyle forever. So, becoming a trainer will increase my knowledge and help me further understand my body and it’s nutritional needs. In turn, the more knowledgable I am, the better resource I can be for others. This is going to be fantastic learning opportunity for me. I’m going to be super, duper busy though so my blogging time will probably be decreased to a few times a week. Of course, I will keep y’all updated on FB as much as possible. I’ll continue to pursue other endeavors: motivational speaking, cooking classes, and writing the book. So fasten your seat belts folks this is about to be one heck of a ride!
My classes for Fall ’11:
Wellness Coaching – super excited about this one!
Food and your Health
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures...
Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!