Dear Reader,
I started this blog many years ago, long before social media hype, filters, and AI. Fitness wasn’t this popular, and information was scarce. Back then, karate training was my life, and I loved to lift. I had the skill and knowledge to share.
Then real life happened. I went back to school. Kids were born. Responsibilities took over. I couldn’t focus on fitness the same way, so I asked myself: how could I help others if I wasn’t fully in it?
Meanwhile, social media exploded. More videos. More people contradict each other. More competition for attention. Girls too young to understand a woman’s postpartum struggles giving advice about transformations they never had and supplements they never used.
I used to ask: How did you do it? How did you transform your body after the pregnancy you never had? How did you heal your mind?
Pregnancy changed my body in ways no one could verbalize. It taught me more about strength than any personal record ever will. I kept working out. I tried filming again. But I felt pressured to meet social media standards. Somewhere in all that noise, I lost my voice. I couldn’t fake it. So I left.
What you don’t see is this: I never stopped training. I never stopped trying to eat well while raising three kids. I train because I love it. My body needs activity. The gym is still my element.
But I’m not immune to life. 2025 has been hard. Stress, kids, projects. I haven’t been consistent. Not even close to “on track.” I feel it. And my body shows it.
Getting fit is hard. But staying fit is hard too.
Fitness is a disciplined lifestyle. It requires repetitive maintenance, and this can be boring. It’s NOT a 30-day challenge that fixes your life forever, though it can be a great start.
If you want to get in shape, here’s my advice: follow fewer people. Scrolling wastes time. Comparison will drain you, especially now, when filters and AI make it impossible to know what’s real.
Unfollow accounts that only show bodies without giving real information. You don’t need 600-pound hip thrusts to build strength. It looks impressive, but it’s discouraging and unnecessary.
Focus on your own progress. The only image that truly matters is the one in your mirror.
The secret isn’t complicated: consistency and time.
Train. Adjust how you eat. Do it daily. Not perfectly, but consistently. Results won’t come overnight, but they will come, as I have said so many times.
Ask yourself: Did I do my best today? Or did I negotiate with excuses?
So what now?
I’ll post again. Maybe not dailey. But honestly.
I’m a mom of three in my 40s. I’ve had strong years and terrible ones. I’ve fallen off more than once, but I don’t quit. I get up and keep moving. I’m not chasing trends.
Finally, yes, I need a new name for this blog. FITAPPY once meant fit + happy. Now it sounds like an app asking for a subscription.
Any ideas? I’m listening.