|9 months post baby, and 13 months post|
When I sat down with Alisa I couldn’t believe how ripped she was, and how immaculately presented. She was tanned, makeup done, hair did and sparkly jewelry on. She was quite pretty and feminine, redefining the stereotype of female body builders.
I think she was a bit shocked to hear that I did not come to her to get skinny. My goals were to increase strength, get better sleep, build muscle and most of all increase my energy. I could see her getting excited. “Can you please kick my ass?” I said to her.
Turns out that Alisa’s point of difference is her huge heart. She gives a shit- sometimes more than I do. Her past made her tough as nails yet she remains positive and passionate. And kick my ass, she did. For the first time I uttered the words “I can’t,” during a PT session (very unusual for a competitive, people pleaser like myself). She knew when to push me and when I was actually working hard. We felt like a team.
|Peace out Muffin Top|
*Within those three months there was above average partying going on so it was a bit harder to watch what I put in my mouth. I attended two weddings, a 30thbirthday, two race days, my daughter’s first birthday (heck yeah I was drinking after that Pinterest-pressure stress), and a two week visit from my Mom. So there was a disproportionate amount of celebrating and imbibing. Not excuses, just life!