Poster Girl

There was a photographer at the gym yesterday, taking pictures of some of the boxers and mixed martial artists. I was about twenty minutes into my session with Chief when we had this conversation:

Chief: You know, we've trained a lot of people here, helped a lot of people change their bodies and lives, but I've never had the presence of mind to document any of their journeys from beginning to end.
Me: Oh?
Chief: Would you mind if we documented you? You've made so much progress just in the last month, I'd like to keep a visual record as you continue training.
Me: Um... sure.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I became my gym's poster girl for change. Clearly, I'll do pretty much anything Chief tells me to do.

It's rare that I let anyone photograph me below the waist, but yesterday I stood smiling for full-body shots while I was sweaty, in workout clothes, and wearing no make-up. I declined to look at the pictures, I just didn't want to set myself up for that mental battle, but we'll take new photos periodically so I'm curious to see what story they tell in a few months.