Although I never would have expected it to be in the fashion that it is, I am extremely excited to say that things are finally starting to come together for me again.

Last week I started working at a wholesale warehouse just down the street from Premier. Three to five mornings a week I stock shelves at Costco right before I have to start training clients or running classes at the gym. And even though I am exhausted I finally feel like I am making the right decisions in regards to my physical, social, and mental health. Well… almost all of the right decisions.

The good news is that I made it through the first 81-hour work week of my life and my back is no worse for wear. The bad news is that I rarely ate solid meals and lived off of a steady diet of chips, energy drinks, and chocolate bars… but, all of that nonsense ends today.

And although some people may worry or wonder why I am working so much, it makes complete sense to me… I want to see my potential; I want to see what I am capable of doing… I want to see what I am made of.  If I am going to train, I am going to train my ass off. If I am going to work, I am going to work my ass off... that is just the way I am. Financial compensation is nice but the numbers mean nothing to me… there is no amount of money that could override the feeling of being on my way back to being a somebody... even if that somebody is just stocking shelves.

Although there are a few things that I should/could put the money I make towards, one thing is for certain... I am saving for memories, not mansions.