bizarre and obsessive? If it makes me great, why not!

Three years have now passed on my weight loss journey. July 7 marked the date. Someone anonymously comment on my last blog that I was bizarre and obsessive. I deleted it but now that I think about it, I should have left it up. They didn't even sign their name. But I am the one who leaves my life out here open to complete strangers and dearest friends to take from as they please.

I suppose from the outside in, my thoughts on weight could seem that way. But that person probably has never met me. They have no idea the weight I carried on my body or in my heart. NO idea the broken ways I walked out life and how extremely opposite I am now. No idea that this whole journey left as open reading for the taking is about reclaiming my beauty inside and out. They have no idea the fight that I took on getting healthy and they have no idea the deep deep passion I have for helping other people in that fight. So let them judge, think what they want and say all sorts of rude things. We all have obsessions. I'm glad mine is something that is good.

That being said I completed my first "official" month as a trainer in June. I cannot tell you how much I love it. I mean I have to stifle my joy in front of my clients for fear of terrifying them. When they go past the place they thought they couldn't, I want to burst with pride for them. Truly there is NOTHING like seeing someone succeed. As I'm picking up new clients and teaching circuit training groups, I am continuously reminded this is a holistic journey. And so much memory and emotion is wrapped up in this process. I am so grateful for this long and sometimes "bizarre and obsessive" place I come from. It is what makes me great. Not because I am so fit or knowledgeable, but because I know the path and I will gladly take a hand and walk it again.