Friday, January 25, 2013
Today is a very emotional day for me. On this day 18 years ago, my daddy passed away. This man meant a whole lot to me, and he gave me the best 9 years that he could have given his baby girl. He was and is still my rock, and I wake up every morning and fight my body because of him. On January 25, 1995, my dad passed away from having a massive heart attack. He always had heart problems, and when I started my journey it was from the simple fact of...I don't want to die of heart problems.
So when I wake up at 4 in the morning to go to the gym...I'm fighting because I know my daddy doesn't want me to die the same way he did!
When I spend 2 hours in the gym every morning...I am fighting to make my heart healthy!
When I go to Zumba even when I am tired after a long day...I'm fighting to burn this fat!
Most of all though, I'm fighting to live the life that I was given!!!!
I love you daddy forever and always!