In order to get the whole story I want to start from the very beginning. When I was a senior in highschool, 17 years old, I was unable to get out of bed one morning. When I say unable, I mean I was bedridden for 3 months, unable to get out of bed except to use the bathroom and take showers. I literally could not have anyone touch me due to the excruciating pain that came with it. My own mother didn't know what was wrong with her daughter, I would imagine the feeling of not being able to help your daughter let along touch her. After many doctor visits to different kinds of doctors I didn't even knew existed, I was finally diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. We had no clue what it was and neither did a lot of people. So to a lot of outsiders and naive people I was "faking" and "wimpy," but let me tell you I was anything but that. I went to a private school, so that allowed me the flexibility to make up my homework a lot easier and it was during my finals week too. My senior year was full of pain and hardship, the simple inability to do things that a lot of other "normal" seniors would do with their classmate. But it also brought to light those that were truly important to me and were there and would be there for me. The one thing I was shocked at was how others not only didn't know about Fibromyalgia but how they were not willing to learn about it. I was under heavy medication, pain killers, anti-inflammatory, and muscle relaxers galore. I was taking so many different kinds of medication that it was having a toll on my insides that I would have such bad stomach pains that I literally thought I was dying that it almost felt worse than the Fibromyalgia itself. I had graduated and walked across the stage and received my diploma, I went out to grad night and was slowly getting better, with the help of physical therapy. I had learned to get a handle on my condition, minus the stress related issues I had that I was not able to control. Once I stressed, about the littlest things, I would send myself in a flare and be bedridden for days.
Fast forward a many years, I had my son and was totally fine. In fact the Fibromyalgia had subsided during my pregnancy and when I gave birth and after a while of breastfeeding it decided to make up for lost time and in full swing, not missing a beat. I eventually got back on track again and was able to start working out on my own, trying to get my life back. Then a few years later I was diagnosed with Sjogren's which is a form of Lupus. A short few months after I found out I was pregnant with our daughter, then my rhuemetologist told me I was high risk and that I would have to go in often to see the baby doctor to be scanned to make sure that I was having blood clots that would harm the baby. Not only was I just diagnosed with something so unfamiliar and scary, I was pregnant. I had no chance to learn about this condition and get myself on track with it and I had no time to grieve through the fact that I had something else that seemed like it was going to take over my body and my life, yet again. I was on yet more medication and was then told to not eat certain things that would make my inflammation worse, like wheat, caffeine, tomatoes, etc. I was floored and scared all at the same time. I had long beautiful hair that I chopped off during my pregnancy because psychologically it was weighing me down and I wanted to mentally let go of all this medical conditions defining me. That helped for a little bit, but the constant doctor visits reminded me of what I was going through and it couldn't be ignored. I was told to take medication all throughout my pregnancy and that scared me. I didn't know how it affected me since just being diagnosed, let along my baby inside me. What was I to do? At this point I was home and had left my job. I was going to the doctors every week for check ups. I was unable to think and process different things, everything was starting to become foggy and confusing, just like before in my senior year. I have the inability to remember a lot of details and I get confused easily and put in a daze.
I started my 1 week free trial after my introduction class at Crossfit East Oahu located in Niu Valley in Honolulu, Hawaii. I was forewarned that I would be extremely sore after my first WOD (work out of the day) and that it would be better if I came back the following days so my muscles don't get the chance to just freeze and tense up.
I started at the ending of June 2013 and absolutely love my journey. I told myself that I would post weekly updates during my journey, but it honestly took a lot of my concentration...as did my children and husband ;0P that I didn't do that. So I am doing a craming my entire 12-week TRANSFORMATION program over the course of a few blog entries...then I promise to keep up after that.
CFEO has our Transform Gala this upcoming Saturday (after Thanksigivng) that I am very much looking forward to. I haven't been this excited for anything like this in a long while. Of course I have my kids but other than my kids, I haven't been excited for anything for myself in a while.
None of us are able to see our results (before and after pictures) until the actual party (Gala). I'm super excited to see my results. I am constantly getting compliments of how my face has really slimmed down and how when I wear my clothes it's looking good; I say it's the tight pants I wear that helps me suck it all in ;0P
I really look forward to telling you all more about my Crossfit journey and accomplishments. I will post more later. I just really need to get something posted up on my blog. 
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