I did it! I competed last Saturday in my first NPC bikini contest. I placed 5th in my category- but I felt like a champion just by walking on stage that day. I knew as soon as I stepped on stage for the first time, I would do it again. It may be next year, and maybe a different category like figure, but I had so much fun I know another one is in my future.
This blog is dedicated to my “thank you’s”. A thank you to all the people who supported me in one way or another along the journey. First, my gym family- Frank and Danielle, John and Taylor, all the members who gave me encouragement when clearly I was in need of a little pick me up. Second, my Facebook family- friends from my childhood and friends from far away who read this blog and posted uplifting comments. Then my immediate family- my sister and Jess, my kids, my parents. They joked about me looking like “corpse bride” or eating like a bird, but they complimented me too- and praised me for my dedication and commitment, even when it made no sense to them at all. Then there was my trainer- Patricia Gonzalez, who gladly took me under her wing mid prep due to a fallout with a previous trainer. Patricia promised not to sugar coat it and gave me the reality checks that I wanted and needed to be able to go on stage confident I looked my best.
Finally, I have the utmost gratitude for my husband Steve. I remember the day I told him that I had decided to do this- no discussion, no consideration on how it would affect my family life. He supported me without question. Ok, so he balked at the number of vitamins I took, or laughed when I had to eat tilapia for breakfast while he ate bacon. But he also went with me to the gym late at night and did his work on his laptop while I did stairs, just for emotional support. I was so tired and wanted to just play hooky that night- but he went along and it gave me all the motivation I needed for another workout.
He didn’t complain when I was grumpy or emotional. He slowed down and let me rest when I had low carb “mush brain” and was low on energy. He took care of more dinners than I can count, so I didn’t have to worry about him and the girls, only myself. He let me be selfish for 12 weeks solid.
I could go on and on, but you get the picture. If my blogs about this have inspired or motivated or lit a spark in anyone, I applaud you and I am excited for whatever you decide to do. My only advice is, look around you- make sure you have a support team, a band of cheerleaders, a troop that has your back no matter what. It makes all the difference in the world!