Like most women my age, the realization that I had allowed myself to get out of shape dawned slowly. As the years progressed, and my metabolism slowed, my activity level dropped and there always seemed to be a thousand other things that needed attention. I am tall, and so carried my weight well, but I could only fool myself for so long. I knew my clothes didn’t fit nicely, I knew I didn’t look good in a bathing suit, I wasn’t pleased with my body in the mirror each morning. I was never terribly overweight, maybe 30 pounds at my very worst, but I had no tone or definition; kind of droopy all over. And I didn’t feel good physically, or mentally. I didn’t feel strong. My confidence wasn’t where I knew it should be.

Two years ago I went through a difficult time personally……divorce, and all the stresses that come with that. My eating habits were affected, along with everything else, and I ended up losing some weight as a result. When things finally settled down, I was determined to put myself in the shape that I always knew I could, and should, be in. I have long admired fit, toned women, and always wished the same for myself. I was living in a new city, single again……just seemed the perfect timing for me to get serious. And so I have.

It has been two years since I started. The first 8 months I worked out on my own in a community health club. I made small gains, and didn’t put any weight back on, but it wasn’t until I joined a real gym, hired a wonderful, knowledgeable trainer, and altered my diet, that I began to see the body I always knew was waiting to be developed. I am now fully committed to realizing my ultimate goal of a toned, muscular physique. It’s very exciting and rewarding.