Sweaty Betty after a hard workout

To those who knew me in high school and college, the idea that I am now a health and fitness professional is probably laughable.  I was a bookworm and a music geek, and liked nothing better than laying inside with a book or playing music on the piano (although practicing my lesson pieces was TOTALLY out of the question).

I dated a gym rat in college for about two years.  There were lots of things wrong with that relationship, but at the heart of it was that we really didn’t have a whole lot in common.  He lived at the gym.  I….didn’t.  He tried to pressure me and coerce me into going.  He made me feel bad when I didn’t.  It wasn’t a good time.

Over the last six years, I’ve totally changed my life (although I still love me a good rainy day curled up with a book).  I’ve ran a few 5ks, been invited to run a Tough Mudder with a team from work, and trained for a half marathon.  All of these are accomplishments in themselves (me?  You think I’m athletic enough to compete with your Tough Mudder team?), so why do I still feel the nagging doubt that I am a fraud?  Why do I still hear that voice in the back of my head saying

“You’re just going to quit, like you’ve done every other time.”

“You’re not a real athlete because you don’t compete on a team.”

“If they knew how adverse you used to be to physical activity, your clients would never take you seriously.”

“How can you call yourself a nutrition coach when you eat ice cream every night?”

People from my past may underestimate me.  I may underestimate myself.  But all I know is that I am addicted.  I love learning about the way our bodies respond to the foods we eat.  I am fascinated by exploring the relationship we have with food and eating.  I love the feeling of a bad ass workout and thinking “I did that!” at the end.

So I guess the voices in my head need to just shut up.  I’m not quitting.  I am an athlete.  I love being active…and I also love ice cream.



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Slow and Steady



When I think about this undertaking, this enormous task of completely changing career tracks, I get that feeling.  You know the one:  palms start to sweat, heart starts to race, a pit in the center of your stomach and I start to think about how much EASIER it would be to just stay miserable at my current job.

**The questions start racing:

What if I can’t make enough money to support my family?

What if this is just a case of “the grass is always greener?”

What if I’m not a success?

What if I fail?

But I’m trying to change that.  I don’t know the answers to the above questions.  All of those things are possibilities, I suppose.  But that’s not where I am RIGHT NOW.  I would counsel my clients to take things one step at a time:  Don’t focus on losing ten pounds.  If you focus on eating one more serving of vegetables a day, replacing one soda with water, moving purposefully for 20 minutes more, then the 10 pounds will come in time.


Step 1:  Finish my certification.

Step 2:  Work with my co-worker who has agreed to a symbiotic relationship:  I get to practice on her and she gets a free trainer to get in shape for her wedding.

Step 3:  Start advertising. Get clients.

Step 4:???

Today’s blog post inspiration was the word “stroll.”  I can’t sprint my way through this process, as much as I might like.  I can’t see the finish line quite yet because this is a marathon, not the 100 meter dash.

All I can do is take it one step at a time, and enjoy the scenery while I’m at it.

**My therapist would call this “catastrophic thinking,” to which I am extremely prone.