(Think Fresh Prince of Bel Air) This is a Story All About How...

Hi guys,
And welcome to my place! For all of you who don’t know me my name is Cameesha. I am 27 years old, a certified personal trainer, and a fitness competitor. I’ve been thick, fat, skinny , and now lean and toned. I know first hand the emotional roller coaster associated with weight loss. I speak from experience when I say that it isn’t easy to lose weight and keep it off. Everyday is a constant battle to stay away from the dark side.I was able to get and stay in great shape because I sought the advice of professionals, I was consistent, and I surrounded myself by those who were serious about their health too. Now that I have kept the weight off for more than three years and have transitioned into the fitness arena I get asked tons of questions from people that knew me when I was struggling with my weight. They ask me, “ What can I do to lose my stomach, What exercises can I do to get rid of the dimples in my butt, Is it safe to lose 30lbs in 3 months, What do you think about Monavie,” yada yada yada.

So, I decided to create a one stop shop to address everyone’s fitness questions and to vent and trust me you will hear me . Since this site is called NO APOLOGIES, I will be making my opinions unabashedly because this is a free country and some things have to be said. Speaking of which let’s meet the real life Klumps:

The Chawner’s are a real life plus sized family from Britain. The family recieves a little over 22000 from the government every year. Because of their meager earnings they are forced to eat unhealthy calorie packing meals. They claim to need more assistance from the government because they are too fat to work. (SIDE EYE AND STARE) Ummm are you serious?!?!?

But wait, it gets better. The family says their weight is a hereditary condition but yet they eat 3000 calories a day. I hate to break it to you but that doesn’t mean it’s hereditary it means that you are fat because you eat fat!!! Now don’t get me wrong. I do sympathize with the Chawner’s to a point. While it does sucks that they have to rely on the government for meager monthly support, at the end of they day they are responsible for their “disability”. Obesity like drugs and alcohol abuse is an addiction and unlike the latter two those who suffer from this disease cannot hide their addiction from the public. They are forced to wear their extra pounds but instead of recognizing the deeper issue they blame their problems on their busy schedules and finances. That ladies and gentleman is pure bullshit!!!

What gives me the right to say such a thing, you might be asking. Well, they say that a picture is worth a 1000 words right???? So here you go... This is a picture of me in in high school. Not so bad right? Here's another picture of me the summer before I went to Notre Dame. I was still cute…a little tomboyish but cute nonetheless.

But then…(drumroll please) Harry met Sally!

Or in my case, I met Taco Hell, DomiNOS, Red Gobster, and Friday’s (on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday) Bottom line, I was depressed and food was my therapy. But hey, that’s better than a crack pipe right?!? haha.

When I left undergrad and got a job I took my life back. But I was able to do it because I wanted to. I didn’t make any excuse to stop because in all honesty it wasn’t reasonable or convenient for me to lose the weight. I didn’t have a car so that meant taking the bus or even a cab to the gym when I had to be a work early. And traveling with a big azz gym bag on the very friendly and spacious bus and train (insert sarcasm here) was annoying but I did it. I was at my first job out of college and even with a nice piece of lambskin I was not making a cushy enough salary to afford a personal trainer but I charged it on my credit card and paid it off every month because I was worth it!!!

My point is that for every problem there is a solution. It didn’t matter what the circumstances were, I was going to get to the end, and look at me now…

Look at those abs!! Impressive huh??? (patting myself on the back). If I can do it, so can you and I will make No Apologies about it and neither should you!

Until next time...