I’m a new fitness blogger. I’ve blogged on life and love and fun and games but this is my very first post as a fitness blogger.
I’m not an expert. But I am a living result.
Several years ago after an accident and some medication helped me pack on the pounds, I discovered how much weight I’d gained and was astonished. I’d seen a photo of two girls…one I’d recognized but the other I did not. I said “who is that fatass?” and realized, oh crap! That’s me! That was not a good feeling.
When I asked some of my closest friends why they didn’t tell me how big I’d gotten they replied “We thought you knew.” Obviously, I did not. But, in that very second of seeing that photograph I decided that I would change.
I revamped my eating habits and started working out a few times a week. I had an eliptical at home and started off with 20 minutes a day (I still verily believe that 20 minutes a day can save your life). Eventually that 20 minutes grew into longer and longer periods of exercise (I would hop on with a good book and before I knew it an hour and a half had passed). Eventually, I was down 65 pounds.
I’ve kept the weight off. I’ve built up muscle and energy and stamina. I started running….something I hadn’t done since high school and I became hooked on exercise.
I am not perfect. I’m not super skinny. I still haven’t reached my “goal weight”; but I feel good. I am proud of my accomplishments. I am proud that people look up to me and see me as a “role model.”
I am a Fit Bitch. Hear Me Roar.