Hi, I’m Melissa. Kettle bell Fairy, Pug Mom and recovering carb addict.
My first day in a gym was a disaster. Not a total disaster, where someone got injured, but more of a “wearing sweatpants with elastic around the ankles” disaster. All fashion issues aside, I was so bad at working out that I probably didn’t belong in a gym without the help of a professional, or several. I went on the elliptical for three minutes and forty seconds and got off completely winded.
Now, I wasn’t a fat kid, but I considered “lack of coordination” as a legitimate disability and lived my life as though I was wheelchair bound. After my bout on the elliptical, I ventured upstairs to the weight room. Did I learn how to deadlift that day? Squat with free weights in my hands? Nope. I just went to check things out. Total gym time? Ten minutes and seventeen seconds including a bathroom break.
And that’s how things went. For about a year, I was content with spending increasingly more time on different cardio machines (sometimes more than one a day) and only climbing the stairs to go to yoga in the gym’s studio room.
To make things worse, I swore off all meat products and started eating a diet of kale, ezekiel bread and Nutter Butters (they’re vegan wouldn’t you know!) By consuming about 700 calories a day and wasting away on the StairMaster, I managed to lose 12 pounds and become “skinny fat“. “Skinny Fat” meant that I appeared skinny in clothing, but still had bits of cellulite all over my body. No thanks.
Around this time, I met my boyfriend, a strength and conditioning coach who told me flat out that I was being an idiot. He taught me to lift weights, and my favorite, to eat meat. The result is an obsession with kettle bells, a rekindled love of food and no more being “skinny fat”.
Thus the Kettle Bell Fairy was born.
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