4 years ago, I walked back into the gym… and unknowingly walked back into myself. I didn’t start fitness yesterday. As a teen, I moved my body at home. At 41, I joined a gym. I alternated between home workouts and gym life. Then 2020 happened. Work stress. Life stress. Sleepless nights. High cortisol. Weight gain. Few days to my birthday in 2021 I lost my Dad… the sleepless night n pain was intense. And then January 2022… After my dad’s burial, grief sat heavy on my chest. I needed something to hold me together. So I chose movement. I chose consistency. I chose healing, one workout at a time. Four years later? • The weight is gone • The muscles showed up • Strength replaced exhaustion • Food became nourishment, not punishment • Sleep returned • Confidence found its voice I didn’t just lose weight, I gained discipline, knowledge, patience, and peace. The gym didn’t fix my life. God’s word did. The gym gave me a safe place to process it. A place to breathe. A place to rebuild. A...