Personally, I wasn't convinced for a long time that I was capable of training anyone-- I lacked focus, drive and unable to motivate myself. In hindsight, I can safely say it was an inability to see myself become successful, listening to others who didn't want to see me go far and succumbing to mediocrity. Initially social work was my inkling of knowing that I was capable of helping people. When I thought it was too mentally taxing, I found myself dwindling back into teaching roles through the culinary world. And when I thought my numerous diagnoses would hinder my mobility, I fought hard by engulfing myself in a world that I NEVER thought I'd venture: FITNESS.
For years, I focused on 'fixing' myself, constantly evolving my goals from weight loss to crazy fitness adventures. Over time, I eventually learned how to train myself and losing weight wasn't what drove me; It is this constant drive to seek out adventure. Each person possess a different reason for what moves them; what I do know is that I want to help people beyond posting up Instagram videos, blogging and talking shit against hecklers. In turn, I decided to try to help myself by becoming a certified fitness trainer.
Humbly, I ask for your help. If you can, please purchase one of my crazy Angry Haiku tee (yes, it's the dreaded cotton material for now) through my fundraiser. This tee was sparked from participating in a 30 day poetry challenge and being heckled by a man who questioned why was I "still fat" if I'm an endurance runner with TERRIBLE advice. Did I mention that he boasted about being in fitness? We've probably all been there before. This sparked a petty moment of a string of haikus and I decided to turn one into a tee.
Anyway, here's the tee and if you visit www.customink.com/fundraiser/runningfatchef, you can contribute to my cause. If you only want to make a donation, please send it to Lshauntay@esnelldesign.com.
Nevertheless, I am on a mission to not be one of those douchebag trainers who don't listen to their clients. Size, gender, age and physical ailments shouldn't determine our worth. Please help a broke gal from Brooklyn make her dreams a reality. Help fund me!