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My Fitness Journey : My Fitness Journey

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My Fitness Journey
Before the Journey
“Ms. Batista! Congratulations!” I stared at her with a look of confusion wondering what she could possibly be congratulating me for. “Cynthia told me you were expecting”. “Ohhh,” I said with a smile on my face, “I’m not pregnant. Your daughter just stresses me so I eat and drink my stress away and now I’ve gained weight” is what I wish I said. But instead, I answered with an awkward smile and told her I wasn’t pregnant.
For the length of time that people asked me if I was pregnant, I could’ve had a baby that was already on its way to crawling. One time I was in the club letting loose after a long day at work when a young lady approached me and asked, “Is you pregnant?” Wanting to make sure I heard the question correctly, I asked her to repeat it and again she asked, “Is you pregnant?”. Already used to this question, I simply answered no. She proceeded to apologize and scidaddled with her life like an Atlanta waterbug in the night. The real mystery was why she felt compelled to ask me that question. Was it the drink in my hand? Was she concerned my nonexistent fetus would suffer from Fetal Alcohol Syndrome? Would she have slapped my drink out my hand if I said yes? To this day, I wonder what her reaction would have been had I said yes.
Even with the frequent pregnancy questions and random people sending the baby and me well wishes, I still had no interest or desire to go the gym. Of course, I was self-conscious about my stomach, but I

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