I believe my children were placed into my life to teach me lessons about myself, to unravel layers of my own insecurities and to help me overcome them.  But when my first child was placed into my life unexpectedly, at age 5, there was no “learning curve” or “growth factor”.  I was expected to know what to do every day and in every way or was looked at like I was some sort of alien invading his precious space.

Kids are smart.  They know how to work and weave and finagle their way to positive results.

“Can I have another dessert?”

“No, we better not.”

“Oooookay” (sad, droopy, pathetically sad big eyes)

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My transformation started in December with a simple decision.  I was tired of feeling bloated, not fitting in my jeans, and not feeling my best.  I was also tired of making excuses for the things I was eating.  It wasn’t bad.  It just wasn’t necessary and it was totally without intention.

So just a week after turning 40, when I just expected to be in the best shape ever…I found myself in a place I hadn’t been in several years.  Granted, it wasn’t awful, but I didn’t feel comfortable in my skin anymore.  I needed something that excited me and gave me a reason to want to commit!

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