A Body, A Girl, A Project

We all have fitness fantasies, a body electric pumped with muscles, deep cuts and tight abs. A girl can dream right? I have lived in this body for almost 40 years and have lost myself under bags of chips and bowls of cream only to drag myself out and discover that if I die today I would take up more space in the coffin than necessary. As a society we are drawn to food, it fills us with comfort and soothes the weary soul like Mother's milk. I have had a personal relationship with the kitchen stove since my teens, I come from a long line of Domestic Goddesses. My journey started as a young child peeling potatoes at my Mothers side. I grew up tall and skeletal and ate whatever whenever. It was not until my mid twenties that my frame widened and my soul wilted.

My ideal weight was 145 when I first met my husband. I quickly added 10 pounds and as the years went by that 145 turned into almost 200. When I look into the mirror 50 pounds seems like a lot to lose, ultimately I lost myself under all that fat. I begin this journey with a sense of hope and renewed faith, my husband gave me a gym membership for Christmas. I have been working out 4-5 days a week and trying to lift some weights 2 of those days. I did not really get serious with my diet again until about a week ago. I have actually gained 3 pounds since I started exercising. This morning I met my fitness guru for the first kick ass session that left me exhausted, sweaty, breathing like an asthmatic and ready to do it again soon. He recruited me for his new fitness project. During the next Sixty days I will train with him twice a week and receive sound nutritional advice and meal planning and a once in a lifetime chance to change my life forever. Did I mention that I also quit smoking, gasping for air has a funny way of opening your eyes and mind to a better healthier life. Wish me luck on this road to fitness, I will need it.