I have always felt like a “big” girl. I was tallest in my class until 7th grade. I remember how meeting a boy taller than me was like looking at a unicorn as I walked down the hall. On top of that, God Bless my mama, she always used to say, ” You’re not fat. You’re big boned.” Which isn’t a thing by the way. I am however part of a long line of very robust Croatian women. Dark brown eyes, dark brown hair, sometimes an olive complexion, and generous birthing hips. Those birthing hips have had many a compliment from older gentleman throughout the years. By the way, not a good come on fellas.

For as long as I can remember I felt awkward in my skin. I struggled with acne. I hated long hair. I never wore makeup. I couldn’t find my style of clothes. As I got older I just decided what I liked and didn’t like. I tried out makeup. I grew my hair out. I lost weight. Gained weight. Then pregnancy really messed with my body too!

I have a man that loves me. He fell in love with me at my largest weight. He doesn’t make me feel bad or unattractive. I just hit 40 and my body started revolting. My knees and ankles are not friendly. My clothes don’t quite fit the way I remember. My body is sore, when I climb stairs or dance for more than 10 mintues.

Which is why my Love and I have decided to challenge each other to be fit. Let me tell you, I am competitive. For the next 30 days we are going to try to do 100 bicycle kicks a day and crunches. I am going to destroy him. On top of that hopefully get more fit.

Kevin, I am coming for you. I am going to fit into that bodycon dress in a month and blow your mind.