The story of my beginning is of a weak girl with low self-esteem. I married young and quickly found that my new husband made me very self-conscious. I began losing weight and enrolled in a fitness center. I got started working out with the help of a "fitness guide" and learned about circuit training, which was obviously his only choice of exercise for women, because what small town Southern guy would ever think that a woman could exercise within the guidelines of a program similar to that a man would do...BUT I did my own research and fell in love with the idea of a tone body that would live forever...or at least long enough to see a couple of great-grandchildren...

I have health problems, and without going into boring detail, I found that working out and eating healthy helped keep down my "episodes" of being sick and weakened. I'm also a Christian and have always believed that God gave me this body to take care of, and growing up in South Georgia I didn't always take the best care of it (fried foods and ultra sweet indulgences). I have a home, and I take great care of it...I have a lawn, and I work diligently on it...I have a vehicle, and I keep up the maintenance, take it for a "check up" when it's not running efficiently, and keep it looking nice. So, why would I treat my body more poorly than I treat these things?