So here it is. A blog on fitness and healthy eating and my strange fascination with fitness in the pursuit of something I've never had before... A body suitable for a bikini.
Now to some, that might not be a big thing. To me, however, it's a huge ordeal. When it comes to swimsuits, I always chose one-pieces or cover up with a tee shirt and board shorts. To me, being able to wear a bikini means that I am proud of the body I have worked for and struggled to achieve.
I am not new to the world of fitness. I actually started working out in October of 2011. I quit smoking and laced up my tennis shoes and had my sister introduce me to circuit training. And I emphatically greeted it by throwing up. Literally. I didn't realize just how out of shape I was and how far I had allowed myself to go. I had allowed myself to become blinded by unhealthy apathy and plain laziness of eating like crap and not working out. I wheezed and cried through the first hour of circuit training, cursing my sister out all the while but didn't give up. And I returned the next day for another round. Every day that I worked out was like that for me. My sister would find some way to torture me, make me want to throw stuff at her and curse like a sailor, but I never gave up. She pushed me and I pushed myself. I would tell myself, if she can do this, so can I.
The day she introduced cardio to me, I thought I was going to die. Running was not something I considered a favorite past time of mine. I struggled to do even a quarter of a mile. I remember running one lap around our city park (roughly a quarter mile) with my dad, and he had to hold my hand just so I could finish the lap, all the while hearing my sister yelling at me like a drill instructor. I absolutely loathed running. Again, I didn't give up. I continued to push myself even though I didn't think I could make it.
Several weeks went by and I began to notice a couple things. I was still husky, but my breathing was better. My lungs were stronger and I simply felt better over all. I felt happier too. I would run on my own time as well. Little milestones here and there, nothing huge. The day I completed my first mile, I was ecstatic. I began to really fall in love with running and would push myself to see how many miles I could do without killing myself. It took about 7 months, but I went from not being able to run a quarter mile without getting winded to running a little over 5 miles in an hour and fifteen. It wasn't very fast, but I didn't care. I was able to do it and that's all that mattered.
The weight came off of course, but I didn't really care too much about that particular aspect. I just wanted to run. I filled my days with cardio and would itch for the feel of pavement under my feet. Even on days when I clearly needed rest, I would want to run. I'd been running for about a year when I finally realized and admitted that something was missing from my regimen. True, I was exercising, but my body had hit a plateau. It wasn't changing anymore. I had even signed up for a gym membership (UFC GYM CONCORD ROCKS!!!) and would go run there. I didn't lift weights because in all honesty, I had no clue what I was doing and the repetition bored me. I was stuck.
Then my sister introduced me to a woman who competes as a figure athlete. She's this tiny little thing but her presence is HUGE! She is definitely one of those women that will own the room as soon as she walks in. I was fascinated with her and the things I'd heard about her. She's only been competing for a couple years (as of the date I wrote this blog) and has won several trophies. She even placed 2nd over all during her second competition. Amazing stats! She was focused and determined and that, to me, was admirable.
Anyway, I'd been a part of UFC for several months, taking classes, doing what I could with my limited knowledge, when I finally came to the conclusion that what I was doing wasn't cutting it anymore. I needed something different. And I knew who I needed to talk to.
She and I had talked a couple times previously, a little about my working in the beauty industry and her being a figure athlete and that was that. I had her number, so I texted her about what I wanted to do. The new year was coming and I needed a change. After talking a little more about it, I signed up under her to coach me and have been working with her for a little over 2 months now.
I gotta tell you, in the two months I have been following her eating and workout regimen, I have noticed AMAZING results and changes. I've slimmed down and tightened up. My muscles are stronger and I feel great! I am also more confident in how I look and know that I truly look good.
But now the game has changed. I don't want to look just "good" anymore. I want to look FANTASTIC! I want to be able to wear a bikini. And so I talked to my coach, told her my new goals and she's behind me 100%.
So I have three months to become bikini ready. I hope I can do it. It would be so great if I could. And I hope that those of you who read this blog of mine will go a long with me for the ride.
Let OPERATION BIKINI BODY begin!!!!!!!!!!
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