I would be willing to bet almost every fitness enthusiast out there has a point in their lives that they would say was their rock bottom. The moment that changed their mind forever.

Everyone’s is different. I am often asked about my “rock bottom” and what really helped flip the switch for me to make better choices for my health and for my life.

For me this wasn’t a single event, rather a series of events that led me to where I am today.

Initially fitness was simply to get the lean body I had always admired growing up. Many girls I went to school naturally possessed this kind of body and I was willing to do anything to achieve my “dream body.” Up to and including simply not eating. I would train harder than you could imagine and run mile after mile and not eat, thus developing an eating disorder. It came to the point of being terrified of food and thought that any additional food would make me fat. It took many years to overcome this and is something I wouldn’t wish upon anyone.

The next step for me after regaining control of my mind, fitness became a vice for my depression.  I have always struggled with depression but never really looked for help until I began having uncontrollable panic attacks. Fitness was my way out and to this day keeps me happy.

After realizing the amazing things that fitness could do for me I turned to starting my own business. I started my own business for several reasons. First off, I wanted to work for myself.  I know that this may sound “millennial” of me but there is nothing more I hate than working for other people. I wanted to be my own boss. Work my own hours. I want to work every day to achieve and build my dreams, NOT someone else’s.

Second, I knew that I encompassed something that could help me help others. You see, I’ve always felt this void in my life. ALWAYS. For as long as I can remember I have always had this piece that felt like it was missing and the only thing that seemed to fill that void was helping others. I realized by making personal training my career, I was able to help others who are just like myself, who struggle each and every day and give them a reason to keep going.

The most recent event that helped me regain focus is because of my Dad. We were talking after work, as we do a few times a week, and he told me he felt like I was an underachiever. This made me angry, how could the man I look up to most think I was an underachiever? I am 24, I own my own business, I work 2 jobs, I own a house, I work out every day. I mean what else do you want from me? This made me angry and sad, but mostly because deep down I knew it was true. I knew that even though I was doing more than most I still was capable of so much more.

This statement lit a fire inside me and I wont stop. See you at the top.

 

L