Evolution

I don’t normally do this.  1) Because it’s embarrassing, and 2) Because I don’t want to be *that* person who feels the need to flaunt things.  That being said, do not read me wrong, I am very proud of how far I’ve come in my weight loss journey and healthier lifestyle, and I do not ever want to take away from how darn hard I worked to get where I am.  However, *THAT* being said, I am also disappointed in myself for letting myself get to the point it was 10 years ago.

I’m doing this now because the other day one of my best friends was telling me she felt disappointed with herself because she felt she’d gained weight (although I can visibly see that she has lost weight in the last 6 weeks).  I wanted to encourage her and let her know that I am her cheerleader, and that I have been in the same position.  AND that she does not look as badly as I’m sure she thinks she does.

And so, I brought her a photo of my old self.  The self from 10 years ago – a little bit before she met me.  I showed her a photo – THE PHOTO – that literally changed my life.  The photo that I honest-to-goodness did not recognize myself in.  As in, I actually had no idea who the person in the photo was.

It’s THE PHOTO that made me, within moments, turn my life around.  THE PHOTO that prompted me to get my big butt home and start an exercise program.  THE PHOTO that started a healthier eating plan.

It’s THE PHOTO that likely saved my life.

And now, for the first time, I am sharing it with you (ack!!!):

BIGUN

There you go!!  Not my finest moment.

But I have come a long way.  I continue to work my ass off.  I continue to have goals.  Sometimes I hit them, sometimes I slide really close to them.

I still have a bit of a tummy.

Skinny butt

I still have a bit of arm junk that hates me and just.won’t.go.away.

Wedding Pic

Maybe like my bestie I am still being too hard on myself.  I should be proud of myself.  Because, honestly, if I had not seen that photo I may not have adjusted my lifestyle.  I could have exposed myself to serious health problems or diseases.  In fact, I could be dead.

I wanted to share THAT PHOTO with you because, even tho it is humiliating for me, I wanted to prove to you that I have been there.  I didn’t take some magic bean and suddenly lose a ton (pun!) of weight; I had to work for it.  And the work paid off.

So, if you’re new to fitness, if you want to make a change, if you’re struggling, if you don’t think you can do it, if you think it’s hopeless (it’s not!!):  Hang in there.  Put the effort in and you will see results.  My transition was (thankfully) a short one.  But it does take time.  Stick with it.  You CAN do this.  ♥

AND – to my bestie, if you’re reading this:  I am proud of you.

~Fit Bitch

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MOM-spiration

When my mother was very young she was hit by a car.  A hit and run.  The driver never came forward and my mom spent a very long time in a children’s hospital in recovery.  Because of that accident she has two very bad knees.

My mother is a hair-stylist which means she spent most of her day on her feet for many years.  Because of this it has caused her knees to worsen and she’s often in a lot of pain.  She’s had minor surgeries which are likely, leading up to an inevitable bigger surgery.

A few summers ago my mom fell off the deck at our house (home will always be home) and landed flat on her face with her arms underneath her.  She broke her nose, both arms, a wrist, and broke her elbow completely off (*barf*).  She had several surgeries and now has a prosthetic elbow.  Unfortunately, her jackass surgeon “fixed” one of her arms wrong and now she has very limited mobility in that arms and has to hold her fork/scissors/toothbrush like a wingnut.

Aside from all that, she’s doing great.  She started walking every day in the fall and continued through most of the winter. Y’know, except on the days that Nova Scotia was completely-friggin’-buried under snow.

A few weeks ago I had a free class for people to come try out the boot camp before the new sessions started.  My mom came.

I really didn’t want her to come because I worry about her and I was worried about her limitations with her arms, and about her getting hurt.  I never want to see my mom in pain.  But she fought me on it and came (and I took great care of her).  “I want to come out and support you.” She said.  (Uh, so you come to the free class?  Thanks Mom!!)

Mom did great at the class.  We worked on modifications and she didn’t push herself past her limitations.  But she came and she worked her ass off!  I was very proud of her.  And she was extremely proud of herself.

The point of this little anecdote is that we need to stop making excuses*.  If my mom, after all she’s been through, can get through one of my kick-ass classes, then we should all be humbled and get out there and take advantage of gorgeous weather or fitness classes or gyms or sports teams and have ourselves a great workout and better our health.

Let my mom be your inspiration today.  She’s been mine.

(*Please note that an excuse is not the same as a legitimate reason.  If you have health issues or injury, etc. be sure to contact your physician before beginning a workout program.)

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~Fit Bitch