I did boxing and fitness training for 2years of my life, while parenting 3children. My story is online under "LOCAL BOXING MAMA" (San Antonio) news. It is a clip of the starting point I dreamed of. I took my first loss hard, the second was just humiliating. Although that was rough, I flew out to Chicago for a 4round fight. The reff ended it during the second. I had just turned 29 years old and I lost to an 18 years young lady. The crew was nice enough to ice down my bruised eye and say I was tuff. I sat up thinking about how young these girls looked and WHAT MY CHANCES AT WINNING looked like. My dad was the first to tell me at 27 I was too old to jump into professionall fighting. Contrary to that BELIEF; I had just divorced my husband of 5years and got an eviction letter -2017 - was a trying year, I fought it and saw boxing as a way to express my fight. The offer seemed dreamy in the beginning. Fight for your right to live. I was a street fighting chick when I was young, got into a few kerfuffles that made me feel I could handle a fight. NOW with that being written, and the fact that all this DREAMY magic happened while I was in a homeless shelter with 3 kids and hoping to FIGHT my way to the top like rocky ? yet failed. I must say I never would have thought A MONTH of being with my kids 24/7 inside would lead me to a 50lbs weight gain. I'm just now getting back to work out routines and gym work. I feel like I really need to start slow. The other day I went for my usual run and felt a bit sluggish the next day my calf's were so sore it was such an odd pain I do not recall having even after 15 min of jump rope. I have become OUT-OF-SHAPE and there is only one way to fight this me that I have become, that's with a lot of patience and determination. I may have lost a few fights BUT I know myself well. The start doesn't have to be good because the end is all I want . FIGHT your fights and always love your self.