The road begins....

So, I'm at the gym one day and run into "someone" I know who I see quite often. After small chit-chat, I mention that I'm interested in competing blah, blah, blah, he tells me about a guy they call "Beast" he is training with for his first show. After finishing my workout, he points "Beast" out and of course this guy is MASSIVE. He's sweating bullets on the treadmill; the incline is on like 50 and speed 90 (exaggerating of course). I'm already doubting my decision. We talk and he's like, "So when you ready to start". At this point, there is no turning back. I mean, I work out with these folks and see them in the gym all the time. If I punk out, I'm going to have to change up my whole routine to avoid them, you know. If I back down now, I'll forever be the girl who (in a girlie whiny voice) "said she wanted to train but didn't no". I'm all in...

In our initial meeting, Beast asks me to give him my weight, three days of meals, and my current exercise regime. All of these were simple, except, I don't own a scale. I know that's hard to believe but I don't. So I buy a scale and I get a pretty good one. Beast told me I needed a glass one and for $5 more, I purchased the one with body fat, muscle, and I can't remember the last thing it does, but its nice. Weighing yourself is such an emotional experience. On a daily basis we are spoon fed stereotypical images of beauty and we believe that this is what it is suppose to be like. I mean why are the wealthiest people some of the thinnest, sickest looking people in America that is? I mean who says that the girl whose ribs you can see is the sexiest person on Earth? Who decides this mess? Ok, I was dodging the bullet with political talk. Here it is...128.

I know what you're thinking. She's such a hypocrite. She's trying to flaunt across stage in a little bathing suit to have people judge her body. This is different. Im happy with my body now because I'm healthy. I don't care how much you weigh, as long as you're healthy. Don't judge me!!!

NapturallyFit