Fitnessforlifein2022

I lived in my mother’s basement. With my seven-year-old daughter. On a blow-up mattress. Need I say more? I know that I don’t have to because that says more than enough about me, but I’ll continue anyway. I had recently done a voluntary repossession of my car and I couldn’t afford a cell phone (yes, one of the most basic necessities would be just out of my reach). I made about $200/week (possibly less) and I was not looking for a job. 😳 I’d already been rejected from every job I applied for. I was the epitome of a bum. But I had a dream in my mind. You see, I believed I would use that time with my mother to go back to school, get my master’s degree and land a high-paying job. That was the big vision I had in my head. In fact, I put $75,000 in big bold green letters on my vision board (so you know I meant business).