crazy trainI’m working in the kitchen this morning.  Yes, I’m writing, but I’m also grilling chicken and beef and baking a loaf of gluten free bread.  As you can guess, there’s a story that goes with this.

Last year, I decided I wanted to finally realize my dream of having the body of a figure competitor.  But let’s go back a little further.

One day, about 25 years ago, a friend from college whom I also happened to work with as a hotel desk clerk, showed me a picture of the reigning Ms. Olympia, Cori Everson, in Muscle & Fitness Magazine.  While I was impressed with Cori, my eye went to the runner up, Anja Langer.  She was gorgeous with long, lean lines and perfectly symmetrical musculature.  She was a bodybuilder but everything about her screamed femininity.  She was strong, lean, shapely, beautiful, and everything I ever wanted to be.

My friend and I started training together and made great strides, but life happened and I never made enough time for achieving my physical goal.  Years went by, I gained weight, had babies and lost myself in work, marriage and child rearing.  Last year, after having separated from my husband and starting a new career, I made time to start working toward my goal.  I did well.  I lost about 20lbs and several sizes.  Then I had an opportunity to move from the South side of San Antonio to the Hill Country.  It was a 4,000 square foot house and I’d have two housemates.  There was no other way, short of robbing a bank, I’d be able to afford such a home on my own.  My housemates and I discussed what our personal goals and motivations were and all seemed to gel just fine.

Then she happened.

Housemate #3 was drama overload from the get go.  She’d work me and housemate #2 against each other constantly and when she couldn’t fan those flames, she’d over-share with us about dramas in her other friends’ lives.  Any other times were spent in her room or pacing the house while shouting into her speakerphone about what so-and-so was doing to such-and-such or how somebody had treated her wrong.  It was exhausting.  It drained us of time and energy.  Finally, after 6 months of living this way, roommate #2 and I had the opportunity to compare notes.  What we discovered was shocking and we were sorely ashamed for having fallen for it.

That era is over now and, thanks to the inspiration provided by my friends Heather Long and Warren Carlyle, I am bringing my own life back into focus without distractions (including those that might be caused by dating).  I’m focusing my work efforts on writing fiction and limiting my marketing consulting work to less than a handful of clients.  I am also taking advantage of a newly quiet, peaceful, home environment to focus on my physical health – eating right and making time to exercise both at home and at Gold’s Gym, only 5 miles away.

My focus is now firmly on writing fiction (and marketing my own work) and finally reaching my physical goals.  Hopefully, one day soon, I’ll reach my goal of having that 145lb/15% bodyfat figure competitor’s body.  If you want to follow along on my journey, you can continue reading about it here.

Hold on…here we go!