Ahh the back story. Where do I begin?

Once upon a time I didn’t work out. I didn’t really do anything. I preferred my cigarettes, my many cans of Coke and Taco Bell (ohhh soft tacos).  Friends of mine worked out and quite frankly I thought they were crazy.

Then came the day where in I knew I needed to do something for myself. I was younger then, early twenties and I had ended what was then a relationship I thought “would last forever” .  I was devastated, pissed off and in need of an outlet.

Enter in my first workout. It was god awful. I hurt everywhere, my trainer tortured me as I dared to talk back and I swore I would never do it again. And so I didn’t, for a few years anyway.

I quit my addiction to soft drinks, still enjoyed my cigarettes and scaled back on my fast food. I noticed something was happening, I was losing weight. I wasn’t that big really, I have a small frame but what I was carrying was excessive for me.

Looking for an outlet, I returned to the gym. This time around, something happened. I loved it. I hated the actual workout, it’s challenging when you really apply yourself but I loved what I was learning about myself. I realized, I really could do anything if only I applied myself. And so I did, with as much intensity as I could. I began to mold myself into something I never dreamed feasible. I saw muscles in places I didn’t know muscles existed and I could lift and push my own body weight (and then some). I had become a strong woman all on my own. And yet, I still wanted more.

At that time there was an organization called the World Natural Sports Org. They had competitions for women categorized as “Fitness Models”. I wasn’t aspiring to be in magazines or such, I was seeking the challenge of sculpting myself and meeting other women with the same drive. What an awesome experience it was. The journey was incredible, a life changing experience for me.

It changed my career path as well. I certified myself as a personal trainer and began working with clients, women specifically.  For me, my journey as a trainer had little to do with helping people attain a specific body image, that was the reward after the journey. It was about helping women to discover their inner beauty, their power, their confidence.  I loved watching women becoming powerful beings who believed in themselves.

Then began what I coin as “my breeding phase”. It’s lasted six years.  Three and a half pregnancies later, I have three amazing children and the belly and boobs to show for it.  I regret every dumbass thing I said to my mom clients, I really had no idea what I was talking about with all my “oh you just have to make time” comments. Or when they would say they didn’t have time to eat “oh it’s important, you’ll just have to make time for it”. So stupid. I know now what they were talking about! What an incredible juggling act motherhood is!

And so here I am, on route to reclaiming my fit self so I can get back into the job I love. Working with women, but now mom’s specifically (as I am not such a dumbass now), building a community of fit, powerful beings ready to teach their daughters to tackle the world one push up at a time.

Thank you for joining me. Your support means more than you know.

Mad luv,

Nikki