About

Bikini Diva

My dad passed away in October 2011. He had a heart attack. My mom found him on the bathroom floor. He was only 60 years old. My dad was a rock. He scared every boyfriend I had growing up. He was mister fix it. He had the answer/resolution for everything. He survived lung cancer. I witnessed him going through chemo and then though surgery where they cut him sternum to spine. That was the only time I can remember my dad hurt. I remember sitting next to him in the recovery area with all sorts of tubes coming out of him and he hated me (so it seemed) seeing him like that. I prepared at that time for him to pass away...but he survived instead. (click here to read more)

Crossfit Heather

My name is Heather and I'm 26 years old and was always considered 'the skinny girl' throughout high school and my early 20's. Now that I'm getting older I'm finding that I can't just eat whatever I want and get away with it anymore. Which many people had warned me this would happen with age!(click here to read more)

MMA Rob

Most of you don’t know me personally and just from my posts in year. Here’s a little bit about the weirdo with the Mohawk.

I grew up without my father consistently around and when he was it wasn’t good. My brother’s father was no different, although I must admit I am proud that he has been clean and sober for over 20 years and has a great relationship with my brother. If I could get over my childhood and the tears he brought to my little brother and mother, perhaps we too could have a relationship, but I digress. In addition to being abused both verbally and physically by them, it became the norm throughout elementary and middle school and even the first year of high school. That is until I joined the wrestling team. So I guess you could say that I have always had a chip on my shoulder. I was never the cool kid or the biggest kid, but wrestling let people know that I certainly was a tough kid. (click here to read more)

Zumba LeeAnn

Nobody ever said life was gonna be easy, but it sure is worth it.  These are words I try to live by every day.  Nobody, and certainly not me, is perfect.  We all have our battles, our demons and our problems.  It’s how we face and handle them that defines us and makes us who we are, and shows everyone else what we are made of. (click here to read more)