• No dressing room meltdowns… first time EVER ha!

    this is what happens when i know i have to go try clothes on...

    this is what happens when i know i have to go try clothes on…

    Alright, so, we all know… the WORST part about getting new clothes is going into that damn dressing room and staring at ourselves in the mirror while we dress and undress to try on new clothes… I mean hello, people who design those dressing rooms, couldn’t you make it so maybe there was enough room where we didn’t have to LOOK at ourselves if we didn’t want to instead of making it so we are basically in a small case box of mirrors??!?

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    don’t mind me, this is just me admiring the way I look from the side these days HAHAHAHA – with no crying and after a super sweaty WOD

    ANYWAYS, we all know that feeling, we go in, we get upset, because something doesn’t fit, and we get upset. I have blogged before about literally crying in dressing rooms – that is the norm for me. (omg esp target dressing rooms, I don’t know what it is, but they are the worst)… Well, this weekend I had to get a dress for a wedding (I went shopping saturday morning when the wedding was saturday night haha), so I decided, well, I was forced, to not do my usual, buy about 10 options in hopes of fitting into 1 and returning the other 9 (which never happens either, I swear retail stores make so much money on me and my closet full of brand new tagged clothes HAHA)… I knew I had to pick something there, and try it on. So the hunt began. And, as per usual, I found 14 dresses I thought would look FABULOUS ON ME. (yeah right, what was I smoking). Got into that dressing room and started the process… Step 1: undress yourself in front of that amazing mirror.. now for me, I was wearing my wicked gross gym clothes, because I had just done a WOD.. so, I’m sorry to whomever decided to try on those dresses after me, because frankly, that’s gross. Step 2: put dress one on. Step 3: Awkwardly look at yourself from all angles… Step 4: START CRYING BECAUSE YOU HATE THE WAY YOU LOOK (because in your head, that dress was going to look BANGING on you)… Step 5: Try the rest on, keep crying.. Step 6: Walk out, with big puffy red eyes, and nothing in hand to purchase.

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    the dress i picked, it was tight, i was pumped. and yes, that’s me wearing workout pants under it haha

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    do you know how hard it is to get a tight dress off? when you’re trying on clothes yourself?? that AND take a picture of you getting stuck in it HAHA

    But hold up… When I was getting ready for step 4 in my head… something happened.. I didn’t get all upset, or anxious, or mad that things weren’t fitting properly.. I was like oh well, either go up in size or down in size, but I’m not upset… What the hell was happening to me? What was going on in that head… Was I actually happy with the way I was feeling in my own skin? SHUT UP? Really? Well, yes… yes I was… because when I would have quit at dress 4, I had gone and put on all 14 dresses – without ONE TEAR on my face… Seriously WHAT was going on with me… and that was exactly what I was thinking when I was looking at myself in the mirror… “wow, I’m not upset with myself, I need to remember this.”

    what I ended up wearing was a dress I've had sitting in my closet for the last year! GO FIGURE!

    what I ended up wearing was a dress I’ve had sitting in my closet for the last year! GO FIGURE!

    Now, I don’t know honestly what the change was.. I don’t know if it’s just I’m finally in a happy place with my body, or I’m finally realizing the looks and size and all of that don’t matter… it’s so hard to break your mind of hating yourself, but I can tell you, once you do, it’s the most amazing feeling in the world. I felt SOO good walking out of that dressing room not because I had picked out a super cute dress, but because I didn’t FREAKING CRY. (but i ended up not even wearing the dress because when I finally got ready, got all my spanks on and crap, I just wasn’t loving it anymore HAHA)… BUT, the fact that I didn’t get upset, just made everything worth it….



  • Meet Ashley!!!!

    So, like we posted on Facebook like a million years ago – BECAUSE OF YOU, we were finally able to hire an employee – and she’s great. Now, our one man shop, has become a two man shop haha, and we are only growing!

    But, like all T2T’ers she’s got a story too —- so, meet Ashley, and see what she’s awesome and what her story is all about!!!

    photo 2 (3)For as long as I can remember, I was always the “bigger girl with a pretty face.” Growing up with mostly vegetarian and health conscious parents, one would think I wouldn’t struggle with weight issues – WRONG. If it was healthy, I wanted nothing to do with it – to the point where I would make myself throw up vegetables so my parents wouldn’t make me eat them anymore. This continued on for most of my childhood and all the way into my college years. I would gain weight and lose weight, up and down, crash dieting and yo-yo-ing all over the scale. I was in a serious relationship through my first 2 years of college and this is when my life got out of control. I was in “love” and got so comfortable that I adapted to my then boyfriend’s sedentary and garbage-filled lifestyle. I was eating anything I could get my hands on – pizza, wings, french fries, McDonalds, chicken fingers, (fried anything) that I would wash down with my weight in alcohol or “diet” coke. We rarely cooked at home or ate anything even remotely healthy or nutritious.

    The day before my 21st birthday, my then boyfriend and I went through a horrible break-up, and I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a person I didn’t even recognize anymore. There I was, about to turn 21, weighing 227 pounds at 5’5″, a tight size 16, and absolutely miserable. How did I let myself get this big and unhealthy? I cried for a few days and refused to eat – until my roommates (who worked out almost everyday) encouraged me to go running with them. ME? RUN? HAHA! I couldn’t even walk halfway across campus without wanting to die. So, I put on some running shoes and workout clothes, walked outside with my fit roommate, and started to run. I made it not even a 10th of a mile before I stopped and started crying. My roommate stopped and stood with me and said “Ashley – do what you can, just try your best. No one expects you to run a marathon your first day.” That day, I ended up jogging (mostly walking lol) 3 miles with my roommate next to me the whole way.

    From that day on, I put every ounce of energy into exercise instead of being sad about my break-up. Every day I was able to run farther and farther without having to stop to catch my breath, until I ran the entire 3 miles without stopping once. Over the next year and a half, I continued to run, do circuit training workouts, and Jillian Michael’s DVDs and found myself over 60 pounds lighter at 165 pounds. A classmate of mine had been nagging me about trying out this type of workout that he was in love with..a little thing called CrossFit. For 6 months, he kept encouraging me to just try a class and I kept adamantly declining since I thought I would never make it through a class. That was until July 4th, 2012, when I sucked it up and walked into my first class at The Training Box/CrossFit Estero, and let me tell you, it was the best decision I’ve ever made. I couldn’t do a majority of the movements – but that didn’t matter – the coaches were so encouraging and helped to modify everything to a level I could complete and feel good about.

    photo 1 (30) photo 3 (12)Fast forward two years, and now I am living back in Fort Lauderdale, Florida and my box home is CrossFit Conquest. I have competed in two CrossFit competitions (and have another planned for August), gained 10 pounds of muscle, dead lifted 265 pounds, learned RX kipping pull-ups, gotten over my fear of handstands, starting studying for my Level 1 CrossFit certification, and best of all, gained a second family. I eat Paleo Zone (with cheat days) and finally feel good about myself. I am definitely not the skinniest girl in the world and probably never will be, but I have amazing women and men that stand next to me everyday at the box and encourage me. To have someone come up to me and tell me “I want to be at your level someday” is honestly the best compliment I could ever ask for. Someone wants to be like ME? I was ALWAYS the “fat girl with a pretty face” – who wanted to be that?

    Today, I am STRONG, I am HEALTHY, I am FIT, and most importantly, I am HAPPY with who I am. Do I have days where I feel fat and want to lose more weight, of course! But that’s when my CrossFit Conquest family reels me back in to remind me how far I’ve come. If I can do it – SO CAN YOU!!