Gym Life

So onto the next chapter of my life…

I am a gym rat.  I love working out, lifting heavy things, sweat, and muscles!  I don’t do it for anyone but me.  I go to the gym to clear my head, to let out some anger and frustration, for therapy…NOT for social hour!  If I come talk to you, that’s ok, do not come talk to me!  Haha!  I know it sounds bad, but other rats will agree.

Years ago, I would see this guy at my gym…baggy sweats, hat on but down so you could barely see his face.  He had muscle!!  He had a “don’t fuck with me” attitude, which we all know I like.  This was very intriguing to me.  One day we were both over doing legs and I worked up the nerve to say hi, I was definitely not as outgoing and open as I am today.  The “hi” shortly led to a few nights of talking late at the gym.  When I say late I mean around midnight for about 3 hours a night for 3 days straight!  I couldn’t get enough.  I ran into him at a restaurant a few days later which was weird because he didn’t live near there.  I took that as a sign, because I am female and that’s what we do…anything is a sign!

The next sign, the more we talked we found out that our parents knew each other 5 years prior to us meeting…now if that isn’t a sign!!  So we started dating, and this is where the craziness begins!

Stay tuned if you wanna hear all of my crazy 😉  Until then…stay crazy people!

The Beginning

Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down and I’d like to take a minute just sit right here and tell you how I got to bloggin bout my life on here.  Ok so if you didn’t know, that is supposed to be to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.  Haha!  I did the best that I could!  But I thought it would be a good introduction to my backstory…

So not too sure where to begin…do I start when I lost my virginity??  Or when I was growing up in a “not so healthy” home?  As they say, everything you go through in life molds you into the person you are today.  Well, let me tell you…there has been A LOT of molding going on in my life!!  Everyone has their own stories and struggles and mine, maybe not as bad as someone else’s, was bad enough for me.

I won’t bore you too much with my childhood but it has its important parts.  Growing up you could say we did ok.  I pretty much got what I wanted, a new car at 16, all of the clothes I wanted, basically whatever I wanted within reason.  But, I had a mom that would stay in bed all night after work and on the weekends and my dad was the one who took us places mostly.  I never had a good relationship with my mom, we butt heads ALL of the time!  She and my dad fought a lot and I was always in the middle (literally, they would fight with my right there).  They would yell, scream, cuss (mainly her – and every word you can think of) argue, fight, throw things, blah blah blah.  Anywho, that’s the environment I grew up in.

So as you can guess, growing up, I took on a lot of those traits.  They began to show up when I started dating my first serious boyfriend.  We were together 5 years, on and off, and on and off, and on and off!  He was 14 when I met him! Oh…….and I was 19.  (Insert shocked face emoji here)  We met on AOL back in……the day!  We started chatting in a chat room and he told me he was 18 and that he was actually his cousin.  Long story short, we got along, both lived in the same city, only a few minutes away from each other etc.

It was YOUNG love.  Went to movies, dinner, had sex, hung out, had sex, did other things, had sex.  We had a lot of sex.  And when we didn’t have time, we had “quiches” aka quickies.  It was what a young relationship was, but it turned into an unhealthy relationship.

For one, every time we were “off” we would hook up with other people then we would come back to each other but we would cheat on each other.  Secondly, I had my own issues.  I was anorexic to the point where I would run excessively, eat a few skittles and some pretzels and that was it.  I got better but it was a phase I was going through.  I had self esteem issues, I was insecure, I was depressed.  I would have crying spells that lasted 2-3 hours of just full on balling.  I would hit my head against walls and try to hurt myself in other ways as well.  I was just in a bad place in my life and never really understood why, and I’m not sure I even fully understand it now.  But he was ALWAYS there for me and would comfort me.  He never judged me, and I still love him for that.

He was as good to me as a teenage boy could be.  Why would he not be???? I was over 4 years older than him!!  He did everything for me and honestly, to this day, I know I took him for granted. I didn’t know it back then but I sure do now!  He was the guy that did the “little things”.  He would bring me skittles up to work because he knew they were my favorite candy.  He would leave a rose on my car or a cute card.  He was and still is “that” guy.  The one we all are searching for.  But after 5 long years, we broke up.  The relationship was comfortable, it was good and it was bad.  We had been through so much and I didn’t want to part ways but I guess it was time for me to move on to a new chapter in my life.  We are still friends to this day.

That is all for tonight.  On to the next chapter…