Strong
In February 2011, I started an incredible journey of health, fitness, strength, and smaller clothes sizes. I know I said, and I'm pretty sure I wrote, that if I could get back to the way I looked at 18 that I'd never let it go. I lied. I got there. I shocked myself, to be sure. Actually, I think there was a window of time where I was more fit than I had ever been in my entire life. I mean, I had muscles, real muscles. Little ones, but you could see them. In no time, I let it slip away. Not entirely. But, enough. My pre-February 2011 pants would still fall of me, but at the start of this summer I was down to only one regular push up, and I hardly ever run anymore. The physical strength I had worked so hard to gain was dwindling. In February of 2012, I was in the best physical condition of my adult life, which is a nice place to be at 41. My kids were doing well, my husband had a job he loved, and was g...