When I got out of the Army and had kids, I started gaining weight. I started getting big love handles and I looked like a Mario Brothers Mushroom. Disgusted with my looks and feeling low, I decided to get in shape. I tried and gave up many times. After the second time I gave up on fitness, I became my heaviest weight ever. Finally, I just decided enough of my excuses and enough being fat.

I fought with my own mind and over came my personal defeat. Nothing can or will stop me now.


Fast forward to 2016. I gained all my weight back and then some. I was promoted to a desk job and it all went down hill. So in my disgust with myself and my new path from an Army medic to RN, I am getting back after it. I cannot lay awake at night in disgust anymore.

I enjoy pushing myself, working harder than yesterday and accomplishing things I never thought I could. I have come to enjoy the soreness and the mental battle. When I do see results, I feel great and gain new motivation.