Now that I have been working out for six months it might be a little hard to go back to the beginning. But I’m going to do my best to recap!

Same old song and dance… I got fat. My life was full of bad habits, popping out babies and inactivity. Chris and I talked about losing weight and eating healthy for far too long. He joined Planet Fitness (lasted like a month and a waste of money), I bought a treadmill (that was an effing joke and ended up being a free curb alert item to the first person who came along). I had friends ask me to join a gym and be their workout buddy, my response was “No fool, I know I won’t get up to go to the gym, I’m not even trying to waste my money!!!”

After ┬ánine hundred years of being pregnant, 41 weeks and 3 days to be exact, with baby number two I had that super duper hot mom bod going on. Note the sarcasm… After my first daughter, I lost thirty pounds almost instantly thank you breastfeeding! But after the second kiddo I literally lost five pounds. THE BABY WEIGHED EIGHT POUNDS TWO OUNCES how does that even work. So I was just over 200LBS. I lost about five more pounds after returning to work.

The same week that i returned to work Chris calls me and says “Hey, we joined that gym that we keep hearing and talking about. It’s already paid for three months so we have no reason not to go”

July 2016


I’m just going to go ahead and post this flattering photo right here since I have that atrocious one at the top. Where o where have my many chins gone, where o where can they be??? October 201614681640_10157630555390357_2074972251310244128_n