Today is my 32nd birthday.
And I have a story to tell.
You may or may not have heard it before but I believe it’s poignant and hopefully someone out there will either take something from it or may take action because of it.
I was ashamed.
10 years ago was the beginning of my journey.
Weighing 110 ish kilos, I was low on confidence and self esteem, no level of fitness and I was 22!
I had been through a whirlwind three years where I got my first choice in college, and dropped out after the first year and then was a 20 year old dad which I was not expecting.
Between all this I was working alot of mad shifts in work and I did not look after myself. I ate burger King most mornings after the night shift and I was just self sabotaging.
I was eating vast quantities of foods, had no great knowledge on what to do to help myself and tried every diet out there but to no avail.
There was a pretty repetitive cycle of try, fail, try, fail etc…
It was very repetitive and extremely frustrating.
I felt I had no control over my outcomes.
I tried to run but was very heavy and out of breath, started eating healthy but never stuck to it, I felt helpless and I thought there was no way out.
It may sound like a different person or overly dramatic but this was my reality in 2009.
The point of this post is to give context to where I was.
I know some of you reading this maybe at this point.
Taking ownership of your health and fitness is such a powerful thing.
I became a coach to help and empower people to do the same as I did.
Its was not an easy process but on this day, I have no regrets about any of it.