And so it began… one terrible bicep curl and painful sit-up at a time. No, being at the gym was not fun at first. Matter of fact, it sucked. I felt as though it was absolutely the most humiliating and frustrating thing I had ever put myself through. I trained at 6 a.m. – three days a week, and while things sucked at first, believe it or not, I was gradually growing to love the time that I got to spend with my trainer. It was my time and I was working on myself. I began to not care that it was by far the biggest financial investment I had ever made up to that point in life. I began to not care that my friends thought I was a lunatic for waking up early on Saturday mornings to do the cardio fuel class. This journey was about me, not them. I was chasing what was soon to become my bliss.

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