If you’d told teenage me that one day I’d be a personal trainer, I would’ve laughed. PE was a source of stress, embarrassment and discomfort. I didn’t feel sporty, coordinated, or confident. Like so many women, I spent years believing that movement just wasn’t “for me.”

In my twenties, I joined a gym because I thought I needed to lose weight to feel better — to fix what was wrong with me. I didn’t enjoy it. I dipped in and out. I forced myself to go, but never really felt connected to what I was doing.

Being healthy is everywhere you look, so you feel like it’s time you did it too. You join the local gym, set your alarm early four mornings a week and throw yourself into smashing your new year goals.

Your body aches. It hurts to sit down and walk up the stairs. You’re wondering if this healthy living thing just isn’t for you.

By the end of January, you’ve thrown the towel in. It’s impossible to get healthy. It hurts too much. You don’t have time. You feel worse, not better.