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Be Careful What You Wish For

The song, "When I Grow Up" by the Pussycat dolls came on my Ipod the other days as I was working out. There's a part in the song where they repeat the phrase, "Be careful what you wish for cuz you just might get it." Well, it got me thinking!

A wish is nothing but a wish until you take ACTION. A wish is ONLY a wish until you decide to PURSUE it. When you take the right actions day in and day out, put in the work, and be persistent-your WISH can become your REALITY.

Almost 9 years ago, I had a wish. I had just started reading Oxygen magazine, and I remember flipping through it thinking, "I wish I could look like one of those girls someday." 

 While I had that thought, a part of me never thought that I would ever really look like that. It was just some far off dream. Maybe it would happen, maybe it wouldn't.

But I took action. I had been lifting weights, but I really got serious with it. I began to read and study as much about nutrition and building muscle as I could.  I trained hard in the gym and didn't miss workouts. I made it my priority-I would get to the gym no matter what. Even with going to school full time, studying and working crazy hours at Kroger, I always made the time to get to the gym.

My progress was slow because it's hard for me to gain muscle. There were times when I wondered if I'd ever be able to look like those girls in the magazines, but I never stopped training, I never gave up. I just trained harder. I kept trying to improve and be the best version of ME I could be.

I knew it wasn't going to happen overnight, so I didn't try to rush it. I just stayed focused and continued to train day after day after day. I didn't obsess about getting ripped abs or being super lean-my goal was to build as much muscle as possible.

It worked. I slowly put on more muscle, a tiny bit at a time. Seeing the results of all my hard work just made me more driven. I wasn't satisfied-I always wanted MORE. And the results kept coming because I kept working. I kept pushing harder, I kept trying to improve and get stronger every workout.

I had a vision of how I wanted to look. A few years ago, I cut a picture out of Oxygen's "Future of Fitness" section of a girl who I thought had a look that was realistic for me to achieve. It was this photo of Nicole Costa, who is now an Oxygen cover model(in the picture above)! I still have that cutout today to remind me of how far I've come. I may not look exactly like this, but I'm a LOT closer to it than I was back then.

While I am still on the journey that I began 9 years ago, I have come SO far. And there is no stopping me! I may not ever reach perfection, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to try.

"We will be relentless in our pursuit for perfection. We won't ever be perfect - but in the process we will achieve greatness." - Vince Lombardi

Because of my actions, MY wish is becoming my reality. Be careful what you wish for-you just might get it. ;)

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