About two years ago I entered a fitness competition. I lost between 10 and 15 lbs over 8 months of training, choreographed a routine, bought costumes and tanning supplies, etc. I was living in Dawson City, Yukon at the time. The training took some real imagination and determination. I didn't have access to a fitness facility, so I did weights at the foot of my bed or in the living room after the kids were in bed. I didn't have cardio equipment, so I went out for short runs in the middle of winter (I found out through trial and error that -20 degrees is about as cold as I could handle during these jaunts) or danced around in my bedroom. I wasn't super strict with my diet, but I was consistent, and I became leaner than I'd ever been in my life. I was pretty proud of myself. 
That's me in the middle, in the purple there. I was so nervous the whole time, but the adrenaline rush was incredible, and I loved hearing people cheering throughout my routine! I didn't place well (in fact, I came in last) but I don't regret doing it at all. I would like to do it again, which brings me to the purpose of this blog...
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