I can't tell you how many times I say I'd work out and then not do it. I lacked motivation big time. I was always "big-boned" growing up. I always loved playing sports, and always gave up when it got hard. My parents never motivated me to not Give up. Giving up alot growing up, left a toll on my body as it is now. I have never been thin or healthy at all. I've always been overweight, and always regretted it. Went through a period of anorexia my junior year, went down to a size 10, but that's the smallest I've ever been. Had my son at 19, then got married and had my daughter at 21. Went from 160 lbs to 220 lbs when I was pregnant with my son. With my daughter didn't really gain much: went up to about 240. Struggled with weight loss since then. I've tried working out, and running. I couldn't keep up. I just simply gave up. Started to realise that I need to do this for me, if I want to be around for my kids. So I got in touch with Team Poynter, and made some progress. Then reunited with my husband, and was expecting. Got depressed, and miscarried. Gave up on life. Struggled since then. Today I say to myself: I can't do this anymore. I can't give up. I'm a Paramedic, and I need to be healthy and focus on myself so I can save other lives. Getting back on the Team Poynter plan, and picking up running. I know it's gonna hurt, but it has to be done.

It's the feeling of domination of the Iron. Not letting the Iron make me weak, and not letting the open road make me fail.