Kylie The Dark Angel

I stood in the shower hours after giving birth to my son. I was nineteen years old, and here I was standing in the shower of McMaster Hospital looking down at my deflated stomach. I remember feeling absolutely mortified at how gross my stomach looked. Shouldn't I be elated that I had a perfect baby boy sleeping in his bassinet beside my bed? Instead I was grabbing the excess skin on my stomach wondering how I was going to get rid of it. These are the things that other Mother's don't dare talk about.

Landon James. That's what we named our son. He was perfect from the moment he arrived. I knew I was going to fall in love, but what I didn't know is how my entire life would change from the moment he was placed into my arms. I looked right into his eyes, and I knew my soul was forever intertwined into his. We had our moment right away. The tears welled up in my eyes as we stared at each other, and I promised him in that moment that I would love him with all of my heart.

Just because we have children doesn't mean that our life is over. Women are shocked when I tell them I am a Mom. They look at my body as they pick their jaw up off the floor. My son is eleven now, and there's no excuse why after eleven years I shouldn't be active, and healthy. Having children is not an excuse to let yourself go. I was back in shape in less than a year after having Landon. This either inspired other women, or it floored them. When Landon was a toddler, I was often asked how I looked so good for being a Mom. Being fit gave me the desire to inspire other women. I figured if I could do it, so could they. I started helping others in 2012 when I became a personal trainer at GoodLife.

A couple months after having Landon, I decided that running would become apart of my daily routine. I picked a route, and I began running every afternoon. I started to recognize buildings, and stores as I ran by them each day. The one that stood out the most to me was Joslins on Concession. It was a Mixed Martial Arts studio, and everybody in Hamilton knew that Jeff Joslin's family owned it. Jeff was a big deal at that time. It was no secret that he was given the opportunity to fight in the UFC against well known Josh Koscheck. I started to imagine myself as a fighter. It wasn't long before I mustered up enough courage to walk in, and sign up for twenty kick boxing classes.

While kickboxing was fun, I enjoyed throwing punches more than anything. Unfortunately Joslin's didn't have a strict boxing program, but they were kind enough to lead me to a place that specialized in boxing. Premier Fitness with Brodie Boone. I walked in like I owned the place, but I was put in my place very quickly after doing thirty minutes of pads for the first time. I ended up with my head in the garbage puking. I promised myself that day I would quit smoking. But I didn't. It would be many years as an on again/off again smoker before I finally quit for good.

I struggled for many years, and boxing would continue to be my saving grace. While searching for my purpose, I got lost in the chaos. Having bouts, and tournaments smartened me up for weeks at a time as I prepared to fight. As soon as the fights were over, I was back to making poor decisions, and putting toxins into my body.