I didn't know that when I first stepped into the gym all those years ago that it would become such a passion. I have always been a 'sporty' type, but I went through a period where I was not active. In fact, in my late teens-early twenties I was overweight, a heavy drinker and a pack a day smoker. I dabbled in the gym for a while, from about 22 years old. I started doing some classes, but was too scared to go into the weights room! And I was never consistent. I hated the thought of going in and doing something wrong, so it seemed easier just to not worry. As my confidence grew doing the classes, I felt ready to take the next step, and I never looked back! Now, lifting is a lifestyle for me. I love it. It's my release, my therapy, something I do with my partner. It's just what I do. I hate missing workouts, for whatever reason. Some say it's weird, but now I think that not being active is weird. Each to their own. To think that in 22 weeks, I'm going to fulfil one of my biggest adult dreams and step onto stage is crazy and so exciting! I can't wait to take this next step. I'm ready to give my prep everything. People can always change. Don't think that because you might not be where you want to be right now that you won't get there. Because you can. If you want it bad enough, you will put in the work to get there. ✌🏼
