I was living in a comfortable relationship for 4 years. I didn't care what I ate and my spouse didn't live the healthiest lifestyle either. All I did was work and eat. I started waking up feeling disgusted with myself. Avoided looking at any mirror and hated how my clothes fit. I felt gross.

I broke up with my boyfriend and moved in with my brother, total health nut, he got me to start walking/running with him. Eating better and encouraged me to go to the gym. He's a bit of a hard ass, always gave me a hard time because of how I was living. He helped that fire burn even hotter under my ass. I committed to a 2year gym membership and went with him. He showed me the ways. I was hooked.

I love the adrenaline and the euphoric feeling I get after I lift. Seeing what I am capable of. Once I started seeing my body slowly transform, my eyes opened wider making me think, I did this. I can shape my own body. I created goals. I was hungry for more. I wanted to lift as heavy as I could but keeping my form tight.

Working out has become a HUGE part of my life. It's my getaway. My therapy. My drug. As soon as I walk through those doors it's like I'm in my own world. Ready to own those weights. Own my lifts. Hit my goals and sculpt my body and my future.