I’m 37 years old and I’ve been married for forever (12 years). We have two fantastic daughters who are 10 and 7 and keeping us running from sun up until…well, bedtime.

A few years ago, I realized I had “settled in” to a lifestyle that left me overweight, unhealthy, and perpetually tired. I decided I needed to lose about 30 pounds and announced it to everyone. That’s what all the articles I’ve read say to do, after all. I was holding myself accountable. I was shocked at the mixed reaction of family, friends and co-workers. Some said I didn’t have 30 pounds to lose. Others just said, “yeah right”. I wasn’t exactly the picture of fitness. I was known for drinking Bud Light and putting bacon in every dish I made, not eating veggies and running marathons. But, I was determined.

With the help of the C25K program, I became a “runner”. (I think the current term that floats around is a wogger.) Before I knew it, the weight started coming off and I became addicted to feeling healthy. Once I realized working out wouldn’t kill me, I also added spinning classes, yoga, strength training and anything else that sounded fun to my fitness repertoire.

When I do something, I go all in. Therefore, over the last few years I’ve researched the crap out of fitness and nutrition. I subscribe to several fitness magazines. I read every online article I can squeeze into my day. I even decided to get my personal trainer certification – just for the information I would get by doing so. It was more of a bucket list thing, because I already have a job I love. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t love to help people meet their goals and share the knowledge I’ve obtained through my research. I’ve discovered things that work….and a lot of things that don’t. I certainly don’t know everything, but I enjoy sharing the things I do.

Well, I have bad days too. I write about those as well. “Knowing” and “doing” are two different things.

Thanks for stopping by. My hope is that you find something inspiring or enlightening. Or at least you can laugh at some of my ridiculousness.