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.


Follow the Kettlebell Fairy on Twitter. @melissacolleary

4 thoughts on “About

  1. thank you for your article on Tiny Buddha today. I felt like you were talking about me. I have this massive fear to do things by myself. I love exercising…but have always gone with someone else…I know I would feel better in my body and head if I could conquer my fear and go to my gym by myself. I am going to try and get myself to the gym and be a little gentle with myself….and remind myself that I am there for me…no one else.

    • I’m so glad that you were able to relate! When I first started going to the gym alone, I used to tell myself that I only had to stay for 15 minutes and that I could leave after that time if I was uncomfortable. Most of the time I would stay for a half hour because I had forgotten about my nervousness. Once you realize that everyone there is too busy in their own world to judge you, it makes it much easier to settle into your own world as well! Hope that helps!

  2. Hi Melissa,

    I read your article and found it brilliant!
    Would you be interested in writing an article for HavingTime.com
    as a contribution?

    Of course I will post links to your website in your guest post.
    Here is an example: http://bit.ly/1e9QwuG
    Please let we know if you are interested.

    Kind regards,
    Lesya Li

    • Hi Lesya,

      I’m so glad that you liked the article!

      I would definitely be interested in contributing to HavingTime.com.

      Is there a specific topic that you would like me to write about?


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