This is a link to my donations page for the 50K bike ride I am doing March 2nd in Tucson.
http://main.diabetes.org/site/TR?px=9877322&fr_id=9280&pg=personal


The summer of 2012, I weighted myself at 350lbs. I had topped out my home scale, I had to do something. I ran into an old friend when I went to the school track to walk. She told me about a dietary meeting they would be having, and if there are any slots left open, she would tell me. She called me, and I went. It turns out it was for a competition called the 1000lbs club. I learned a lot that night about food, and we could join the gym at a discount. The first possible chance, I went to the gym and signed up. I started with just walking at 1.5 (slow, lol) the gym owner/personal trainer started me on a beginner's workout for uppers and lowers. My arms felt like noodles that day. He talked to me about eating too. 13 months later, I am one of the few from those 20 people that stay goes to the gym.
After the first month of the beginners workout and increasing my weights and doing more rounds, I was getting board, but I had dropped 19lbs in the first 30 days. I say the trainer working with this tight army chick in the aerobics room with free weights, and he asked me if I wanted to try. I was willing. That became my new workout 3 days a week. the first 2 weeks of that, he asked me if I have ever thought about becoming a trainer. I couldn't say that I had because I grew up being the bigger girl.

I love everything about working out. Even the stuff a lot of people quit for. I will drain every bit of energy out of my muscles, the point the barbell could crush my rib cage(always have a spotter), my whole body is tense, sounds come out of me without trying, and the sore satisfaction the following day. Being in the gym, sweating, breathing hard, trembling is my heaven.