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Here's My Story...Hope it Motivates You East Bay

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So I’ve been through a lot in my life... It all started when I started working out when i was in high school.. I was hooked. I always wanted to work in a gym...doing what..I didnt know. 

Then I got into the restaurant business...managed a couple places. owned a restaurant...all because it was acceptable by everyone else but i wanted to become a trainer...that i knew at 18...struggled with support...family and friends/boyfriend basically said they would be embarrassed of me as a trainer. 

I started to stuggle with my weight... up and down... then at 20 i found out i had crohns disease... it was extremely painful... i was hospitalized 2x in first year and was on medication for 2years... I was determined to get of the medicaton.

I started researching on food and excercise... reading different philosophies. i started to implement my own versions of different things that I read...also during those 2years i found out that i had a thyroid problem (hypo).

Still with my condition and my stressful life...I struggled. however i finally got myself in remission and was off medication...with extremely strict eating and training....with occasional attacks just from stress.. at that time i was really struggling with the direction my life was going in...

I grew up in a family that fed their problems...typical italian family...quiet mother...male chauvanist father...who abused me in many ways....physically beat me up...emotionally tore me down...psychologically played games with me...and then some...im sure you can figure out what else. 

I then couldnt handle my life owning a restaurant that i didnt want. A relationship with a typical italian guy that my family (not me) loved...perfect timing that my jealous italian boyfriend beat me up 2weeks before the restaurant opened... i left him. Signed the rest over to him and moved back in with my mom (at 22yrs old).

I started working in NYC managing a restaurant...yet another thing i didnt want. One day as i was mid-travel into the city....the twin towers went down...I was there at penn station within minutes of the last one going down... I spent the whole day in the city and then at 2pm decided (with 4 random people that i met) to walk home accross the bridge)... i got home at 7pm...my mother was the first person i talked to...I had about 30 messages on phone 75% from my mother...I quit...

I became seriously deppressed and bulimic...living in my moms attic and for a month and a half binging and purging... I finally lost it.. had a nervous breakdown and went to the hospital (sooooo depressed and saw NO light)... was in hospital for 7days...they did INTENSIVE out-patient therapy from 8-3pm.. as soon as i was out...i registered to become a trainer.

I realized in hospital that i was living my life for everyone ELSE NOT ME... while in thereapy...that after 2 month went to half days then 1hr a day then 1 hour a week...then i stopped....i was going to personal training school at night and on weekends...

i was certified in 3months and working at New York Sports Club... within 4 months being a trainer i went from floor trainer to reg trainer to pro trainer to master trainer...in my first year (not even a full year) 

I was ranked 20 (in company of Town Sport International TSI)...7 states...4000 trainers...

Second year ranked 7..third year 6...forth year 6 and left to move to cali in 5th year....throughout the years I still struggled with the stress of family,though i learned A LOT of coping skills in all the therapy...I was still stuggling (but refused to go back on medication) with crohns...

I was extremely skinny... couldnt hold onto any weight...body fat at 9%... I decided i had to leave... I had an opprtunity to move to cali...i took it.

Within 3months i had put on 15 pound s of healthy weight (muscle) felt better, looked healthier... I was happy... I then met my husband...but before we we engaged while we were both working as trainer at bally total fitness...I was given the opportunity to become a fitness manager... i took it in a small club...

The 11 months later was promoted to a bigger club that during my time as a manager was rank one in the a nation...more than once... throughout that time i was married... shortly after getting married while trying to get pregnent i put on above 15 more pounds...i got sick and was hospitalized to then find out that over time i had developed (uncontrolably) colitis...

I refused to go on medication...I manged it myself... I then got pregnant... (weighed 147). then during my first trimester i had some complications with pregnancy and crohns and was on IV and bed rest for one month...then I was ok...back to work and back to workoing out.. I worked out everyday...up til the day before i gave birth (weighing in at 182...exactly 35lb weight gain)...

My labor was not bad... heres how bad crohns attacks are... I was having labor pains and telling the nurse that I would take this over a crohns attack ANY DAY... within 2 weeks of giving birth...i was back to working out... doing double days on shifts watching the baby and the gym...within 2&1/2 months (right before i went back to work as a manager)

I was 135...and I had my six pack back...I was in the best shape EVER... 10month later I enter a figure competiotion...just for the heck of it and i won 1st place...

i left ballys...I was getting sick of the corp world...too much attention to the "business" and not enough to the members and the passion of helping people ( clients get results and trainers become successful...thats what I wanted )...

My husband started the busines and website then when i decided to leave... we found a location and committed to a life of changing lives and helping people get results... with NO NO reason why they cant... we help with fuctional training... cardio knowledge (what counts ad what doesnt) and nutrition support, info, videos)...

I am the happiest I've ever been... I have a great relationship with my family back home in New York...My mother is a new woman..the happiest I've ever seen her... And as much as I truly miss ALL my crazy, New York, Italian family...California is my home... Everything happens for a reason and for everything bad...there is ALWAYS something positive...

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger

AND THERE IT IS>>>THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ IT I'D LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK, PLEASE LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS BELOW