Finding My Fit: Powerlifting and Eating Disorders

Another year is rounding the corner and I have so many people posting their New Year's Resolutions on their social media accounts. So many people take this time of year to re-commit to their fitness and healthy routines and the gyms are always swamped with people trying to get rid of those holiday pounds. The more and more you dig around on social media the more and more you might be seeing posts talking how the benefits or the pitfalls of making New Year's Resolutions. Some people find them motivating and starting the new year with good intentions tend to help people finally find a starting point in the never ending cycles of life. It used to be a given that everyone made their own resolutions: give up smoking, eat better, exercise, etc but the newest trend seems to be that resolutions are "bad for you". Of course I don't mean that making decisions to better yourself are bad things- however there does seem to be a camp that feels as though making resolutions sh

Hi there everyone. I can't believe how long it has been since I wrote anything here, months have gone by and my life has been changing and evolving. Some things have gotten better and some things have definitely gotten worse...the things that have gotten better are great but the things that have gotten worse- or out of control really got away from me. One thing in particular was this blog. I remember loving to write here and using it as an outlet for my emotional needs and for me to push some of the anxiety in my life out. This place was a part of my healing and my journey and I just lost it. I left it behind and wow it made a difference. I guess I should start where I left off. The last post here was about my birthday and while it was a good birthday everything was already piling up on top of me- stress from work was growing immense and my social life and other obligations pushed my workouts to the back burner. I have managed to maintain my weight within a healthy range (