Single. It’s so simple.

While trying to be perfect for someone else, you end up losing yourself the most.
I learned this during nine years of multiple serious relationships. Even though I’ve never been one that needed a man in my life, I always found myself jumping from one serious relationship to another. Each man offering me his heart, his life, marriage, a family, and basically everything a girl might want.
Mind you, I am 22 years old, and in those 22 years, I felt like I learned the most about myself when I was 20 and single for about 3 months. That’s as long as I lasted before I found my way back into the arms of my ex.

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Today I am nine beautiful months single. My stress dwindles away more and more each day. Since the last time I visited North Carolina, things have been getting better and better and better. Money in flowing in faster, my routine is becoming more comforting, my health is strong, my love life is pure. I can’t think of anything that could make things better.
Ever since I plucked the negative from my life, nothing but blessings have surrounded me. I’m so lucky.

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Chicks on Boards.

We all have things we turn too when we’re going through hard times.20130621-142431.jpg
Alcohol, friends, sex, or if you’re me, you go skateboarding. Sadly while I was going through difficulties with my ex boyfriend, I managed to snap my last board.
The first thing I was set on getting as soon as I moved to Tampa was a new board, and why not a longboard since it is Tampa I was moving to.
Yesterday I purchased my first Sector 9 longboard. And I’ve spent every free moment I have on it. Finally I feel like I’m back to the person I was before Asheville.
Finally getting back to being myself again and doing what I love.

The Barefoot Fighter.

Guess what Fit Fam. It’s Brutal Thursday once again! Every night when everyone caters to their Thirsty Thursday routine, I’m at the gym, slaving away for 4 (or more) straight hours of constant weight training and cardio.
I do this twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays and I can honestly say I’ve haven’t been this in shape since my competition days in karate.
I’m so proud of myself. The only true support I’ve had during this journey is a very small handful of people I’ve come to meet at the gym. For the most part, the majority of the people I am close with are not supportive whatsoever. Convincing me that I’m

Overdoing it

and that I’m

Taking fitness too seriously

I just need to make some things clear about how serious I take fitness.
Fitness is the only thing in the entire world that I am talented at. FITNESS is my ONLY talent. It is the only thing I am proud of and I’m better at than the average person. I am a talented athlete. That is all I have. I don’t have musical talent, or academic talent. I have push yourself farther than anyone else in the room, and keep pushing until you are the last one standing talent.
So don’t you DARE tell me that I’m over doing it. This is what I love, and I depend on it greatly.

Gym observation.

Tattooed gym ladies have a bond, an unspoken bond. Now I’m not going to go all out and say all tattooed gym ladies, but for the few that I have run into at the gym, do. We will ignore all others, not even glance up at someone for a second, we are focused and we have priorities. But as soon as we notice another girl with the obvious mutual love for body art, we make eye contact, and we instantly acknowledge each other. It is completely subconsciously, I didnt even realize I’ve been doing this until today. I love it. We need to stick together. -A

Thirsty (H2o) Thursdays.

I stopped recording my progress in the gym, simply because one of my biggest pet peeves in the universe, is women making sure everyone knows everytime they even think about stepping foot in a gym. Going to the gym is not meant to be something you brag about, you just do it. Same with eating healthy, just eat your healthy food, and stop taking pictures of it. The only people impressed are the people who do the exact same thing. True gym rats and fitness junkies put their energy into themselves, not showing off to others. If you wish to blast twitter/Facebook/IG up with pictures of the vegetables you ate for dinner, or a picture of your feet on a treadmill.. Make a damn fitness account or something and put your “look at me” shit on there. end rant.
For my own benefit, I need to start keeping track of my routine, or I can injure my little white girl body with all my PWNage. I started training for my Dance Fitness (also known as Zumba) certification in February. And a 5k in March.
My Thursday routine consists of:
(6:20-6:50)
Stretching + freestanding weights
(6:50-7:50)
Cenergy (which is an active yoga)
(7:50-8:50)
Zumba (dance fitness)
(8:50-9:30)
Freestanding weights + kickboxing
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I rotate my routine by pretty much exercising what is LEAST sore that day. I don’t have arm days, cardio days, and leg days, I have “everything but the sore body part and sometimes still that body part” days.. Which is 4-5x a week.
I never take pictures in the gym, cause I don’t believe in having your phone with you while your working out, it causes too much of a distraction, at least it does for me. The gym is probably the only place my phone isn’t glued to my hand. But I’m going to TRY and start recording progress, along with meal plans. It doesn’t really sound like my cup of tea, but we’ll see if I can keep it up.