When I first started getting serious about fitness at the beginning of 2015, it was with the primary goal of losing weight. I had gone with my family to my parents’ home (they live on an island in the Caribbean – rough, I know), and the day that we were leaving, my dad’s friend snapped a photo of all of us. When I looked at the picture, I didn’t see my family’s smiling faces or the happiness in their eyes. I saw how thick my arms were, how plump my face had become, and how my shirt clung to my stomach and hips. It was depressing and mortifying and I knew I had to change it.
Enter the 21 Day Fix.
I swear, I thought I was going to die the first time I played the first workout. Being that out of shape was not who I felt like I was, but clearly, I was in bad shape. Throughout the year, I’ve progressed. My weight has dropped some (not nearly as much as I’d anticipated thanks to my 12 year old’s mad cooking and baking skills and my apparent lack resistance to carbs), but I am stronger! A lot stronger. Muscles I didn’t even know I had have appeared and decided to stay. I love that feeling of being stronger. But it wasn’t enough.