Eventually, you get sick of your own shit.
I’ve struggled with my weight my entire life – but I’ve always been “heavy”. I enjoy food and booze and used that as my excuse for being a fatty.
At the same time – I was a bad ass in the gym. #strongasfuck. 2 of my gym besties were ready to take their fitness journeys to the next level. I was hesitant – I couldn’t be successful. How could my fat ass be a bikini chick? That being said, I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind.
I messaged Bonnie Lefrak and she told me I was a ” #strongbitch but a NOT a #fatgirl. Ignore the scale – do it because you can and life is short”.
I signed up right after that. I WOULD become a bikini chick.
Week by week, my body shrank. Pam Martin dished out quite the “diet enhancements”. Pretty sure if she had told me to wrap myself in saran wrap, I would have. I followed the plan religiously. During a PANDEMIC.
I went to 6 stores to get the protein and veggies I needed when it was being rationed. I refused to fail. I am a lot of things, but a quitter is NOT one of them.
I lost 46.2 fucking pounds!!!!! And went down 4 pants sizes!! To say I am proud of myself would be an understatement.
Is my body perfect? Nope. But it’s perfectly mine. And I worked my ass off for it.
I’m also so thankful to have the best support group cheering me on! My husband – Joseph Bates is a fucking saint. There’s no greater feeling than when my son Jon Cook brags about his Momma. My posse bitches – Jenn Forsberg and Erin Piccioli. I can’t even put into words what your friendship means to me. I couldn’t have done this without you!!! Melissa Mangano Sunden for being my workout buddy! And a shit ton of my other supportive friends!!! You know who you are. ❤️
This journey is far from over. But for now, here’s the before and after.
Boom shaka laka.
Until next time…