I have been a serious gym goer on and off since the age of 16, but have never loved going and working out until about a year ago. When I was first old enough to hold a gym membership I started going and always did the only thing I really knew how to do, the cardio machines, And HATED it, but I went anyways. I have always been a healthy weight, but obesity is common in the women on my mother's side of the family, and I have always feared that I would grow up to be the same.
My husband has been a serious weightlifter for as long as I have known him, and I have lifted with him periodically since we first started dating, but I never really got into it. I always had an excuse, it was too early, I had too much homework, I didn't want my legs to be sore for my 8 hour clinical night shift...Then, a year ago, I decided to give this lifting thing a shot, and fell in love.

I love the feeling of power that comes with the pump, and the confidence born from suprising myself weekly with lifting gains. There is just something about loading those 45lb plates when I could barely get one off the rack a year ago that makes me think to myself, "Yea, you're a bad ass." and that is such a great way to start my day.