It used to be that I wanted to be taller. Once I made 5-foot-1, I was happy.
As long as I leave my frustration behind, I know I am moving toward my goal again.
I am very competitive, so when I fail I use what I learned from that mishap to fuel success.
I had that feeling of just pure joy and I went out there and put it in my program.
I love to work out. I need to work out! Nothing makes me feel better than walking out of a spin or barre class knowing my body and mind got some attention.
Over the years, God and St. Therese have kept me going no matter how bad things were.