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Everyone has a chubby stage when they are younger. Mine happened in third
grade. Although, when I look back at those pictures, I wasn’t chubby at all.
Nonetheless, things started to change for me at school and all I can
remember is that I started to develop the idea that I was fat.
On we go to fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh grade. I hid behind baggy
clothes, big glasses, and even bigger hair. It was the 80’s after all. I just
wanted was to be popular and have boys like me. I wanted to be noticed in a
good way…not as the fat red-headed girl.
Things started to change in Junior High. I became a cheerleader in eight
grade. Even though I was bigger than all the girls, I will always pride myself
that my jumps were
higher than all of the other girls on my squad. I worked hard to be the best
cheerleader I could be. I tried not to cry when I had to have my basketball
uniform made because they didn’t have any that fit me.
I was a freshman in high school when I went on my first diet. I was cheering
at a Varsity Football game. I remember staring up into the crowd smiling.
Then I heard it…it started soft and grew louder. “Your Fat, clap clap, Lose
Weight.” A group of young boys yelled at me. I’ll never forget the sting in my
heart, but I looked up at them smiled and did the best toe-touch I could.
“Wow,” they said. “You’re really good!.” But it was too late.
As school ended and summer began, I started to run. I lost 30 pounds that
summer. Taking me from around 200 to 170 pounds. The year before I was
wearing a size 14 or 16 and went school clothes shopping for size 9’s and
11’s. But it wasn't good enough.
The summer that I went into my Junior year of high school, I made the Varsity
cheerleading squad. I was also in band and I began taking tumbling lessons.
Everyday I
would get up and go to cheer practice for two hours. When I got home my
step-sister and I would ride our bikes a 14-mile round trip to the community
pool. After that I would either go for another bike ride or a rollerblade. Then
at night I would run 2-6 miles. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, a two-hour
gymnastics practice was thrown into the bunch. I did this
everyday, all summer. All that exercise and all I ate every day was a bowl of
cornflakes, an apple, and a bagel with peanut butter. That was a good day…
some days it was even less.
Sometime during my Junior year of High School I reached my lowest weight of
110 pounds…from 200 pounds. My body fat was so low that my periods
stopped for six months. I didn’t even noticed it. The only thing I was
concerned with was the number on the scale.
My Senior year of high school was filled with so many emotions. I began to
run even more because I decided not to cheer that year. I don’t know what
my lowest weight was because my mom threw away our scale. I was always
angry and any little thing would set me off. I scared off all
of my friends and distanced myself from everyone. I lived in a hole of
existence where all I heard in my head was that I was fat and the whole world
was against me.
I graduated high school and shipped off to college that fall. I’ll never forget
the first group exercise class I took at college. It was called Funk and it was
taught by a guy name Criston. I thought it was the most amazing thing
ever. Then I found out he was a student, then I found out there was an
exercise major, then I found out I too could teach classes at the REC. I was
totally sold.
My entire college career I struggled with my weight. I was tired all the time,
sluggish, forgetful—there was a host of issues. I was tested time and time
again for hypothyroid. All this exercise and no one could tell me why I was
gaining weight.
After college I spent two years working in the fitness industry before I
decided to go back to graduate school. During my two years, I began to teach
Turbo Kick. I found that teaching was becoming a struggle and I was still
gaining weight no matter how good my diet was or how much I exercised.
Yet Turbo Kick and exercise kept me
going.
When I graduated, I moved to Troy, Ohio to work full-time as the health and
wellness director at a YMCA. I was fortunate to find a great doctor that was
finally able to diagnose me with an autoimmune thyroid condition. Once I
began treatment, my energy levels started to return to normal…I started to
feel like me.
Beachbody products have helped me be me again. Turbo takes me to places
I've never imagine and P90X helps me realize what I a capable of. Thank you
beachbody for giving me my life back!

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