No longer a wall flower...

I worked out for two years and I couldn’t understand why I
didn’t have any muscle definition, no abs, no “toned” arms or legs. I was
training with a trainer who placed me on a 850 calorie diet and a workout
program that consisted of me running for miles. I became a skeleton. I got
frustrated and became sloppy with my meals again and stopped going to the gym.
I slowly started gaining the weight back, I panicked and decided to go back to
the same trainer. I had my gym bag packed and ready to go back to my old
trainer but my friend convinced me to try a small and upcoming gym in Brooklyn.
I heard about the gym before but I tend to stick to what I know. Nonetheless, my friend convinced me to go
with her.
I met my new trainer and attended a few sessions. Within the first week I was hooked. I signed up right away. I’ve learned and am still learning so much from my trainer. After a few months, I started seeing results. I approached one of my coaches and told him I wanted more muscles. We discussed my goals and my program was reassessed. My calories went up and I began lifting heavy weights for the first time. I was benching, squatting, dead lifting, and overhead pressing. I was in love! I loved and still love every minute of weighting training. My body was changing and I was becoming stronger. I was doing things that I never thought I could. Every goal I set they helped me not only meet it, but exceed it. I found my love of weights here and I also found myself. I became more confident and more comfortable in my skin.
My best friend quickly picked up on my obsession with
working out and showed me a picture of a friend who began competing and was a
member of the Elite heat. I was blown away by her transformation and admired
her for competing. One night I decided to show the picture to my sister. She
too was blown away. She then looked at me and said “You should compete
too.” A thousand excuses came to mind
and all my insecurities instantly overcame me. My sister knocked every one of
them down. She kept saying “message her
and ask her.” You see, my sister and I are complete opposites. She’s the social
butterfly and I’m the quiet wallflower. She sees, she wants, she gets. I see, I
dream, and do nothing about it. I thought about it a lot. I wanted to do it but
I couldn’t find it within me to go for it.
My friend had asked me to join her for a boot camp class she
got off of groupon. She told me our friend would be attending and I would have
someone to talk about my love of fitness with. Our friend couldn’t make it but
after our third session, Malenna ended the class and asked us to write down our
names and email. A few days later, she emailed me and asked me if I would be
interested in competing. I played it cool and said “sounds interesting”. She
stated she will be accepting new members in a few months. I just thought it
wasn’t for me. A whole year went by and I couldn’t shake the idea off. Then I received another email about a
workshop for those interested in competing. I decided to go. I missed so many
opportunities to do amazing things due to my own fears and insecurities. I
wanted to finally do something for me. I wanted to actually go for it. I knew
competing would help me overcome my shyness. I turned once again to my sister.
She calmed my nerves (yes, I was nervous to attend the workshop!) and told me
to go for it. I was embarrassed to even say it out loud, in fear of judgment or
being laughed at. I went to the workshop
and signed up, never admitting to Malenna that I wanted to compete.

Throughout this experience I’ve challenged myself mentally
as well as physically. I am so glad to
be surrounded by amazing women and an amazing coach. I am extremely thankful and can not express in
words the gratitude I have for my coach and team. I can’t wait for May 17!
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