A life is made up of many moments, that first step, first bike, first day of school, first job, and so one.
My life was pretty mundane when I was young, I was fit, strong, and tanned to the God's. I swam almost every day, and romped with our families horses. I loved it and I spent all my days outside.
Then my father's health took a dive and my family downsized to a smaller home, in TOWN. Those wide open spaces we're condensed into 1.5 lots of lands. So I became sedentary and some weight came with it. Not enough to worry, but enough to cause a blow to my self-confidence.
Then when I reached adulthood, I met my husband. I was in a good place with good work until my husband decided to show me the dark side of the force when it came to food. With that I ballooned and felt worse about myself than I already did.
My friends call me thin, but my height of 6'1" hides a lot. However, despite my height, my weight effects me the same as those around me, my back hurts, my knees groan with every squat, and I'm exhausted easily. Though I have tried to remain motivated and positive. I find it difficult without the close support of my family. My main support was my mother, a tempest in her own right.
So as my mother loved to call me her Amazon once I outgrew her. I have decided to do my best, work towards my gold's of fitness, and not let anyone - including myself - to stop me.
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