Me on stage making my pro debut on August 15, 2015 at the WBFF World Championships!! Reposted from my instagram @michele.rock.wbff.pro
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Me on stage making my pro debut on August 15, 2015 at the WBFF World Championships!! Reposted from my instagram @michele.rock.wbff.pro
Me making my Pro debut at the WBFF World Championships on August 15, 2015!!!!
August 15, 2015
taken august 15, 2015 after my WBFF Pro Debut!!!
I can't even begin to describe how it feels to be able to post this. I have said it before and I'll say it again: After my last show in April 2014, my weight changed both quickly and dramatically. Last summer I remember being horrified that my body fat and weight skyrocketed from my normal 145ish to 163. I'd never weighed that much in my entire life! And it wasn't even the specific number I was seeing on the scale, it was the fact that I could physically feel the weight. The pressure on my knees alone was unbearable. Nothing I did seemed to stop it, I just couldn't get a handle on it. Fast forward through September/October 2014 which were arguably the worst two months of my life... and by November I barely recognized myself in the mirror. Its unfortunate that the photo on the far left (taken November 2014) doesn't capture the depth of my depression.
I have clawed myself slowly out of hell inch by inch. Hours of sweat, tears and pain.... hundreds of miles under my heels... I finally started feeling like myself in March, but took me a bit longer to regain my inner strength and confidence.
Anyway, this past show meant more to me then perhaps even my Pro winning one, if for nothing else just because it represents another mountain I climbed just to prove to myself that I still could.
💪 Reposting from my instagram @michele.rock.wbff.pro
I can't even begin to describe how it feels to be able to post this. I have said it before and I'll say it again: After my last show in April 2014, my weight changed both quickly and dramatically. Last summer I remember being horrified that my body fat and weight skyrocketed from my normal 145ish to 163. I'd never weighed that much in my entire life! And it wasn't even the specific number I was seeing on the scale, it was the fact that I could physically feel the weight. The pressure on my knees alone was unbearable. Nothing I did seemed to stop it, I just couldn't get a handle on it. Fast forward through September/October 2014 which were arguably the worst two months of my life... and by November I barely recognized myself in the mirror. Its unfortunate that the photo on the far left (taken November 2014) doesn't capture the depth of my depression.
I have clawed myself slowly out of hell inch by inch. Hours of sweat, tears and pain.... hundreds of miles under my heels... I finally started feeling like myself in March, but took me a bit longer to regain my inner strength and confidence.
Anyway, this past show meant more to me then perhaps even my Pro winning one, if for nothing else just because it represents another mountain I climbed just to prove to myself that I still could.
💪 Reposting from my instagram @michele.rock.wbff.pro
I can't even begin to describe how it feels to be able to post this. I have said it before and I'll say it again: After my last show in April 2014, my weight changed both quickly and dramatically. Last summer I remember being horrified that my body fat and weight skyrocketed from my normal 145ish to 163. I'd never weighed that much in my entire life! And it wasn't even the specific number I was seeing on the scale, it was the fact that I could physically feel the weight. The pressure on my knees alone was unbearable. Nothing I did seemed to stop it, I just couldn't get a handle on it. Fast forward through September/October 2014 which were arguably the worst two months of my life... and by November I barely recognized myself in the mirror. Its unfortunate that the photo on the far left (taken November 2014) doesn't capture the depth of my depression.
I have clawed myself slowly out of hell inch by inch. Hours of sweat, tears and pain.... hundreds of miles under my heels... I finally started feeling like myself in March, but took me a bit longer to regain my inner strength and confidence.
Anyway, this past show meant more to me then perhaps even my Pro winning one, if for nothing else just because it represents another mountain I climbed just to prove to myself that I still could.
💪 Reposting from my instagram @michele.rock.wbff.pro
I can't even begin to describe how it feels to be able to post this. I have said it before and I'll say it again: After my last show in April 2014, my weight changed both quickly and dramatically. Last summer I remember being horrified that my body fat and weight skyrocketed from my normal 145ish to 163. I'd never weighed that much in my entire life! And it wasn't even the specific number I was seeing on the scale, it was the fact that I could physically feel the weight. The pressure on my knees alone was unbearable. Nothing I did seemed to stop it, I just couldn't get a handle on it. Fast forward through September/October 2014 which were arguably the worst two months of my life... and by November I barely recognized myself in the mirror. Its unfortunate that the photo on the far left (taken November 2014) doesn't capture the depth of my depression.
I have clawed myself slowly out of hell inch by inch. Hours of sweat, tears and pain.... hundreds of miles under my heels... I finally started feeling like myself in March, but took me a bit longer to regain my inner strength and confidence.
Anyway, this past show meant more to me then perhaps even my Pro winning one, if for nothing else just because it represents another mountain I climbed just to prove to myself that I still could.
💪 Reposting from my instagram @michele.rock.wbff.pro
So many of us chose our path out of fear disguised as practicality. What we really want seems impossibly out of reach and ridiculous to expect so we never dare to ask the universe for it. I’m saying: I’m the proof that you can ask the universe for it. My father could have been a great comedian but he didn’t believe that was possible for him. So he made a conservative choice. Instead, he got a safe job as an accountant and when I was 12 years old, he was let go from that safe job and our family had to do whatever we could to survive. I learned many great lessons from my father. Not the least of which was that you can fail at what you don’t want, so you might as well take a chance on doing what you love.
Jim Carrey
After not seeing any abs (top or bottom) since May 2014, this made me feel pretty incredible... I have said it before, and I'll remind you- I had one of the worst post-show rebounds ever after my last show. (At no fault of either of my coaches, mind you!) And to make matters worse, I was constantly thrown random injuries, knee, hip, shoulder, back, foot, neck, finger... you name it. I'd have a good day and then something would pop up the next day. So posting this is difficult but empowering. Knowing the transformation I made in the weeks leading to my last show, I try not to get discouraged and trust the process. Part of me felt like after earning my Pro status, and then in a way falling short of my own expectations post-show, more often than not I'd find myself wondering how much of an inspiration could I be if I won and then let it all go. But there is no end. There is only the continuation of the journey and the points along it. And this is where I'm at. And I'm smiling from the inside out. Just about 9 weeks out now.
The human body is pretty damn incredible. We are both the marble, and the sculptor.
Friendly reminder that every time you thought you couldn’t go on any longer, you did.
Struggling and suffering are the essence of a life worth living. If you're not pushing yourself beyond the comfort zone, if you're not demanding more from yourself - expanding and learning as you go - you're choosing a numb existence. You're denying yourself an extraordinary trip.
Dean Karnazes, Ultramarathon Man: Confessions of an All-Night Runner
You are going to want to give up. Don’t.
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