Welcome to my web site...
I thought everyone knew what "camel toe" was, but no, not everyone does! Okay, so before you Google it and come up with a host of inappropriate photos, let me explain... this is a phenomenon that takes place when a woman is avoiding the look of "muffin top" (the fat on her hips spilling over the top of her pants) by pulling her pants up so high that they ride up a little much into her .. um. Ahem............ Cute, right? (Okay, cute really isn't the word for it, unless you're a cowboy who loves the Mom-Jeans-Wrangler look......) A little inappropriate for a website, yes, but funny enough to put my whole experience with health and wellness experience into perspective. It came down to the day I started back at the gym. The older, chubby lady taking my measurements at Curves asked me, "So, what brings you back to the gym? What are your goals?" Hmm. What were my goals? I thought for a second and responded: "I'm sick of picking between camel toe and muffin top and I can't afford to go out and buy a new wardrobe. So I guess it's time to lose weight." She looked at me, blinked a couple of times and went about measuring me, asking no further questions. The point of all of this? I had gained weight. I was just over 200lbs AGAIN, after having lost 50 pounds only a year and a bit earlier. So what did I do? I started researching on the internet, looking for the magic pill, then I'd go an eat a big mac, some french fries and wash it down with an extra large diet coke and then suck back a bunch of beer. I'd feel so bloated, that my body would eventually purge, and I'd have to throw up from being so physically full of garbage. Then I'd have another beer, maybe some chips and then have a nap. The next day, I'd wake up, feeling terrible, and do it all over again. Finally, enough was enough. I needed more than that. I deserved better than that. |
I got back into the gym, every single day .... I started counting my calories, watching everything I ate - and all of a sudden, I started to see a transformation in my body. Then, I started to feel the NEED to go to the gym. I wanted to feel the burn, I wanted to sweat it out. I wanted to get into the music and rock the weight bench.  I spend a lot of time online reading and researching, then applying the best of what I read into my regular routines. I get pretty sick of the websites that are always trying to sell something, or the fake photos where everyone always has a six pack and a cute ass. I get tired of perky mass emails that get sent out telling me what not to do and what to refine. I belong to a great many mailing lists, a lot of them are repetitive, some are unique - but one thing is for sure, they all seem fake. I'm a real girl, and I'm going to keep it real on here. What's here is the best of what's worked for the average chick who digs beer, pizza, burgers - works a full time job and is a full time mother and social activist. If I can do it - anyone can. I don't claim to be an expert, (because I'm TOTALLY not), but I do know what works for me! Do I have hundreds of hours to dedicate toward fitness and training? No. But do I have a desire to see my 6 year old graduate from university or get married? Yes..... Something has to give, right? |
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