My fitness journey started before I even knew what "fitness" was.
Growing up, my mom worked out constantly. Every morning I would hear a step aerobic workout tape, Tae Bo, or my personal (least) favorite: the boxing round signal. The loudest, most obnoxious bell you've ever heard.
Growing up, the importance was always placed on being thin. When I was sixteen years old, the rule was if I had a flat stomach I could get my bellybutton pierced. If I started to gain weight, the solution was to go for a run and cut carbs. Although through high school I ran track, taught zumba, and did multiple hours of cardio 4-5 days a week, I never felt good enough. My senior year after being kicked out of my house, I gained weight, lost it when I went through basic training for the army, and hit an all-time low in AIT (Army job training). I thought it would be easy to keep that body in college, I’d just keep running all the time… but let me be the first to tell you that that did NOT happen.
Halfway through my freshman year of college, when I walked in on my ex cheating on me and proceeded to beat up the girl he was in bed with (side note: its always the man's fault not hers), I was set on getting that #RevengeBod. I’d gained the freshman 10 and received an email from the University's powerlifting club. I'm thinking "Squat, bench, and deadlift? I'm getting kind of fat, I should check it out." I went to the powerlifting gym, squatted high, and immediately made friends who showed me what depth is. Soon after, I signed up for my first powerlifting meet... that I ended up missing since I was sentenced to 9 days in jail from the incident with my ex.
After missing my first powerlifting meet, I decided to move to Hawaii. I signed up for my second meet, prepped, and cut too much weight the week before. It caused huge problems with my lifts, and I ended up bombing out of the meet, meaning I missed all 3 attempts of one lift and was not allowed to finish.
Two days later, I moved to Hawaii and walked into Mana Barbell thinking I didn't want a coach... only to realize and be told I absolutely did need a coach.
I trained under my coach, Darren, in Hawaii for about a year and a half before I started working under him as an assistant coach, running seminars, helping handle lifters, and learning how to correct form - hands on - in the gym. After 2 more years of working under him, I decided to branch off on my own and have been coaching lifters since 2017, with the goal to help others gain everything I gained from powerlifting, physically and mentally.
In my own powerlifting career, I’ve competed at IPL Worlds twice, IPL North Americans, in Canada, Australia at the Arnold Sports Festival, the Anaheim Fit Expo, along with about a half dozen smaller meets in Hawaii and California. I've since left my home in the islands to expand and change as many lives through powerlifting as possible, relocating to the Los Angeles and Orange County Area.
Locations may change, but the mission remains the same.
"I always thought I wanted to be skinny until I felt what it was like to be strong"