Show & Tell is a page where people of all fitness levels & desires can share their own personal transformation. The intent of this page is to provide a place to find motivation & create a healthy community that celebrates one another’s accomplishments.
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Hi. I’m Justin Beach, a year ago I was depressed, hiding from the world and in a very negative mindset. I woke up most days feeling sick and anxious.
I turned 40 and was 240lbs at 6′ tall. My wife, Stacy, had already accomplished her goal of competing in a WBFF Figure show, and was training to do another. I have lifted weights off and on, mostly off, since I was about 15. So when Stacy told me I should get a trainer, I said, no way, I can do it myself!
Well, I wasn’t doing it myself and Stacy did the WBFF show and then, a NPC(Muscle Mayhem) show, the very next week. The next day, Tionna, Stacy’s trainer, looked at me and said, “training starts Monday,” so I agreed and wow, having a trainer is awesome! It’s a whole different experience working out with someone who pushes and doesn’t let you back down from the challenge.
I’ve been training with Tionna for 6 months now and I’m down to 186lbs at 12.5% body fat. I feel fantastic! I have a whole new outlook on everything.
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Jodi Finnie Robinson- An example of how working hard & living a healthy lifestyle can transform more than your body…
I am 40 years old, a wife, a mother of two, and I …work full time. From the time that I was 5, I had always been athletic, I did gymnastics, ran track and was on drill team during my high school years. For many years I was told I was ugly, to dark, and was asked why I couldn’t be more like my sister. My sister had 4.0 GPA, class president, home coming queen, drill team captain, gymnastics champion, and very popular in high school and I was none of those things. The people that I trusted and who I thought were my friends would talk behind my back, tell my boyfriends to use me and take my money, ask my boyfriends why they even wanted to be with me. Needless to say my self-esteem and confidence deteriorated.
Because my self-esteem and confidence was so low I allowed men to disrespect me and not treat me they was I deserved to be treated, because I was just so thankful that they even wanted to be with an “ugly” person. I didn’t think much of myself in regards to positive self-image. I always thought I was ugly, fat, and never good enough. So I would make up for that by trying to be perfect in every other area of my life, the perfect friend, the perfect girlfriend, the perfect daughter, and the perfect mother. I never wanted to disappoint anyone and I wanted everyone to like me.
Fast forward a few years and I met a guy who is now my husband. In my eyes he was the sexiest man alive and I always asked myself why he would ever want to be with someone as ugly as me. You know when you look at a couple and you say oh they belong together they are a good match. I never thought we matched. In fact I had another “friend” ask me, Jodi how did you get such a handsome man? I was always afraid that he would leave me for a pretty girl or skinnier girl, so again I was trying to show him how perfect I was for him. After 7 years of dating we were married, even though we were married, I didn’t feel secure in the relationship, because I didn’t feel secure with myself. I still had a negative self-image. Three years into our marriage I became pregnant. I didn’t gain a lot of weight during my pregnancy, but the weight I did gain didn’t come of easily. That frightened me, because now I am even fatter and still ugly and I just knew my husband would lose interest in me because of those two factors.
Instead of my self-esteem improving and confidence growing it deteriorated even more. The day that I decided to do something was the day I stepped on the scale and the number said 166. I was shocked, scared and depressed. I began crying and just knew I had to do something. I decided to start weight watchers. I was excited the first week I lost 8 pounds. I thought to myself this would be easy if I keep losing like this. The second week didn’t get as smooth nor did the many weeks after, I gained or I would lose very little weight. Every time I stepped on the scale I would cry. To make matters worse I was going to WW with my mom who was losing weight week after week after week. Here I am tracking every food to the point, getting over 10,000 steps in a day, and I am gaining. My mom tracked at the end of the day and yes she was watching my son, so she did run around but she wasn’t as conscious as I was about getting steps in. Now I was getting mad and depressed. Here I am not eating what I want and still gaining weight and to top it off paying someone to tell me I gained weight.
I was frustrated. One day I was on FB and I saw a transformation picture of a FB friend. She looked amazing. I thought to myself I want to look like her. So I contacted her, and asked her what she was doing. She told me she was prepping for fitness competition. I asked her who her trainer was and she told me, Grant Foster. I contacted Grant through FB and told him I wanted to train with him. I knew it would be hard but I was willing to put in the hard work. That was August 2012. I began training with Grant every week and I could see a difference in myself, not only physically but mentally. I knew that I wanted to do this for myself not my husband, I was hoping through this process I good regain the self-esteem and confidence that I had lost throughout the years.
I have achieved my goals, today I am more confident and I have a higher self-esteem. Not to mentioned I have lost over 40 pounds and competed in my first fitness competition and placed 6th. I give all my thanks to GOD first because he has given me the strength, perseverance, and determination. Second I thank my husband and family, because even though I thought so low about myself they never did. Last but not least I thank my trainer, Grant Foster for his “Bob” like style always being supportive through workouts, never allowing me to quit on myself and believing in me more than I believed in myself at times and Sonja Tanner for her “Jillian” like style, she was there to push me, she never allowed me to feel sorry for myself or allowed me to play the victim. She always kept it real with me. Today I can say I do love who I am and everyday myself image because a little bit more positive than it was the day before.
Way to go Kristina Mustard!!! She set her mind to a plan & followed through. In her 12 weeks with Kansas City Fitness Weight Loss Program she lost 32 lbs, 20 inches, equaling to a 15% body weight loss!!!! That’s AMAZING!!!!!!! Congrats Kristina!!!
AWESOME triathlon finish!!! HUGE Congrats to Chris Velasquez, Amy Velasquez & her dad (who is 77 years young!!!)!!! Completing a triathlon in itself is an incredible accomplishment then to add to the excitement this was Chris’s 1st triathlon & Amy’s dad’s retirement triathlon! I find it inspiring how this team set individual & team goals then worked together to get it done. In other words they’re completely BAD ASS!
Anyone that has ever crossed paths with Shauna Saghbene knows she emits positivity. Her upbeat personality influences her clients & is catching to those around her. Here is this resilient woman’s story…
I was never athletic growing up, although I always loved to run. I ran cross country for a year, but my heart and soul in high school and college was… theater. I ran 3-7 miles 4-6 days a week because I enjoyed it and I come from a very health conscious family. I loved running, but I never really understood how much running and movement were a part of my life until March, 1998, when I hit a tree skiing. I hit the tree almost entirely with my right side, breaking my pelvic bone above the wing. I was told to put absolutely no weight on it for three months and that I would probably never walk again without a limp, much less run. I was heartbroken. I feel into depression for a while. I finally prayed, promising that if I could run again, I would never take it for granted. Three months later, it was time to start weaning off the crutches and I walked without a limp. It took several more months, but I was soon able to run again, no limp, no problems.
That was really the start of my athletic career. I joined a triathlon club in college, and later ran several half marathons and ultra. I took up weight training, yoga and Spinning, eventually receiving a certification in personal training, which is now my full time career.
These days, I run, lift weights, do yoga because I can–because there are so many others who can’t. It’s the way I pray and live and I will always be grateful for it.
I asked Kristi Mayo to share her story; it’s been mind blowing to see her progress into an ultrarunner. As a working mom/wife/runner she has always made time to greet my running inquiries with open ears & offer recommendations. I am fortunate for the inspiration she provides. Kristi’s story…
Running has always been a part of my life, but we have also maintained an odd relationship over the years. Maybe it was a fear of rejection … failure … injury … or even success that kept me from completely giving myself over to running. As a result, my running history is a sporadic series of starts and stops—a little here in high school when I ran cross country, a little there during college when I just wanted to stay in shape, and a dose of training as a way to spend time with my husband, Rick. Looking back, maybe the reason I kept running at an arm’s length is because it never meant that much to me. I was always doing it for someone else.
That began to change after my daughter, Adrian, was born. While I was pregnant, I poured over the childbirth books and blogs and made the decision to avoid medication and intervention for several reasons: 1) I couldn’t stand the idea of having an epidural; 2) I like being in control; and 3) my husband had been running ultramarathons up to 100 miles in length, and I figured that if he could summon the strength to subject his body to that kind of discomfort, I could certainly handle the rigors of a very natural process that we evolved to endure.
In the end, all of those reasons were insignificant compared to the final outcome: The experience of a medication-free childbirth empowered me in a way I never could have imagined.
Six weeks later, I put on running shoes and cringed for the first few minutes at the feel of my new body bouncing and shimmying in a way I had never felt before. Gradually, running felt normal again, and over time the weight melted away and my strength returned. I approached running in a new way, with a mind that anything is possible, because childbirth showed me there wasn’t anything my body couldn’t handle.
I ran a 10-km trail run when my daughter was 12 weeks old. When she was two years old, I completed a 15-mile trail run. And when she was three, I finished my first trail marathon. As each year went by, prioritizing my time to get away on a training run became easier.
Thoughts of ultras crept into my mind—but something always managed to get in the way. As had been the pattern throughout my relationship with running, I couldn’t make it a priority. Raising my daughter, operating my family business, and supporting Rick as he ran his own ultras always moved to the top of my to-do list.
At some point, about a year ago, things changed. Adrian was getting ready to turn five years old and head off to Kindergarten. Rick was reevaluating his fitness goals and spending more time lifting weights than training for ultras. And I started to recognize the solid support system that I had in my husband, as well as my running friends who stayed in touch with me on Facebook and Dailymile. I started to tell myself it was okay to leave for a few hours to run. I told myself that I needed to run. Eventually, as the miles sprawled out beneath my feet, my body took over and began to demand running. I craved it. I fell into despair without it.
Running had become not just a part of my life, but a part of my existence—as reflexive as taking a breath.
In June 2012, I finally completed my first ultramarathon: a 50-km trail race in Arkansas.
The empowerment of that finish felt familiar.
The following month, I finished another 50k…then another in September. And in October, I completed 50 miles through the Flint Hills of Kansas in 10 hours and 38 minutes.
So, now, the relationship is well defined. My daughter, of course, always comes first, and she knows how to pull my strings and make me hesitate before heading out the door on a run. Deadlines still crush me and keep me away from the trails for days at a time. But running is now more than simply a part of my life. It is also a part of who I am, who I want to be… and who I need to become.
Cody Tucker is the guy who is never to shy away from heavy lifting. He’s dedicated, kind & is committed to being a natural athlete in the NANBF (drug tested, polygraphed). Here is a glimpse into Cody’s journey to his proudest healthy accomplishment to date…
It all started back in my hometown, Montgomery City Missouri. It’s about 15 min from Herman, MO. I started lifting going into my freshman year of high school and loved it. I loved the sound of the iron clinging together and seeing the big guys in there. Our high school was probably still using the weights from back in the 80’s when my Uncles went to school there, besides a few new machines. Also, our Ag. shop would re-weld our dumbbells back together instead of buying new ones. There isn’t a more comforting feeling like a 110lb dumbbell that’s wiggling over your head as you press it, lol. I loved the pain after a good leg day (I think we all can relate to that after a Fred Rowlett leg day). I also went to the gym in our hometown as I got older when football was over and I didn’t have weightlifting class. It was the type of gym that had 5gal buckets to catch the water on a rainy day or as the snow melted. When you would sweat the barbells would sometimes stick to your hands it was so cold.
I got interested in the nutrition side of it going into my sophomore year of college and wanted to start learning more about bodybuilding, because of Arnold, but wanted to do it the natural way. I didn’t really know there was a natural side of it until my senior year in college. I got a call from Fred Rowlett because he heard from a friend of mine that I wanted to do a show and that was the start of it.
I naturally stay under 10% body fat because that’s just how my genetics are. In high school I ate 11 donuts in 50 min. That’s 5000cal! My great granddad died at 99 just four weeks shy of 100. He chewed since he was 13 and ate bacon, eggs and fried ham every morning. I have been really blessed with good health genetics bur not muscle building genetics, lol. I gained a lot of muscle in college, but I put on more fat that I had thought. When I started dieting for my first competition I was 198lbs at 5’ 9”. When I stepped on stage for the first time I was 175lbs and still should have been 5-8lbs leaner to win.
That was my biggest accomplishment for me personally, was stepping on stage in September and feeling the adrenalin rush. I had placed 3rd in Collegiate and 5th in Novice. My second show was in Tulsa OK and I took 3rd in Collegiate and 2nd in Men’s Novice and 2nd in the Open. I had lost my Novice Class by 1 point according from the judges’ score cards. That’s when you think “man I should have done cardio that day or I shouldn’t have had that one cookie or that one brownie.” People say it really doesn’t make that big of a difference when, as a competitor, it does make a big difference. For me it was a one point difference!
Angie Davis is the epitome of no excuses. This fit wife, mom, grandma & amazing friend is an Ifpa Pro. From the moment we met she graced me with kindness as she inspires everyone she crosses. I am incredibly excited to present Angie’s story…
I was 56 when my first trainer (a former female bodybuilder) asked if I had ever thought about competing. My first question was, competing in what? But it did get me to thinking….
I did my first show (figure) at 57 in Kansas City. I had gone online to YouTube to practice posing (not such a good idea :-() I met Lisa Nobles and Lisa Gore at that show and they took me under their wings, explaining how the process worked.
I also met Jamie Keen (from Laser Sharp Fitness)that night. I had never heard of a t-walk and even though she was there with another client, she was kind enough to show me the basics of a t-walk. After the show she told me she thought I had potential and gave me her card. That was the beginning of my relationship with Laser Sharp – the best organization ever!
I was into my second year of posing practice Laser Sharp when Fred Rowlett asked me if I had ever considered bodybuilding. It had never crossed my mind, but he had planted a seed. I had good success with figure competitions but couldn’t quite get to a pro card.
I watched women’s bodybuilding for the first time and got excited because they didn’t have to wear “sky high” heels! I told Fred and Jan Rowlett Ifpa Pro that I would try bodybuilding when I turned 60. Jan asked me what was magical about 60? (LOL)
Fred, through his posing talents, Abu Shabazz, with his nutritional expertise, and Charles Banks, my trainer in Topeka worked with me to help me set a new goal – Bodybuilding!
Long story short, in 2011, at the age of 60, I earned my 35+pro card in bodybuilding and an Open pro card in 2012!
Through this journey, I’ve met some of the best people ever! The kindness and encouragement that has been shown to me through this process has been so uplifting that I can only pray that a word of encouragement from me, to another stranger, will be as helpful to them as it was for me.
This is Scott Battagler’s story. As a dad/husband/avid health enthusiast who works long hours, he’s relatable & inspiring. I’ve seen him transform & the energy he puts forth so I asked if he would share…
I think my “ah-ha” moment or “get real” moment came in the spring of 2009. I had several things that happened that made me open my eyes. (1.) I had some “back issues” and my Doctor told me that part of my problem was my physical shape. (2.) I had seen some of my family members have health issues due to poor maintenance, (and I did want to follow their path). (3.) I didn’t like what I was seeing in the mirror… One night I was changing my shirt, and was kinda disgusted with what I was seeing. I can remember thinking “This is not how I see myself–this is not ME”.
At that moment I started to ask myself “What are you waiting on, what’s keeping you from being in better physical shape?” I think I was always waiting on someone else to push me, and realized in that moment, there is no one “else” I needed to push me… No more waiting for a spouse, no more waiting for the perfect time, no more waiting for the perfect weather, no more waiting till after a TV show, no more excuses! I stated my physical routine super slow, which is good. I was out of shape and needed a routine and the smallest routine is still a routine… I knew I need to first create a pattern I could live with, and could build on. The first thing I did was head to the gym at work on my two breaks, which working in a warehouse is a bonus because I could get away with a quick workout and back to work. So I made it mandatory that I do my two workouts a day, any day I worked, no thinking about it, just doing it, automatic, just like eating or breathing.
This was a great start, but I was looking for something else, something at home, something outdoors, something like walking, or biking, but not running, I hated to run…So, this is what happened, one night I needed to take my car to the repair shop across town, and I didn’t want to wait till morning to drop my car off, and everyone at home was already asleep. I decided I can go drop off the car and just jog back home. So that’s what I did, jog a little ways, then walked, all the way back home, I got home and thought to myself, “That was not so bad, I think this (jog/walk) can be a part of my routine”. I started jogging a block, then walking a block for two miles, three days a week after work. The more I did this routine, it gradually evolved into less walking and more jogging, and the jogging gradually increased in pace and was more of a run. So the one thing I thought I would never be doing “running” is what had become a part of my routine.
In January of 2010, I was talking to a coworker, and the subject of the Groundhog Run 5K at the Hunt Midwest Subtropolis came up, he said “I will do it, if you are going to do it” I said “Let’s go”. Up until that moment I had never even seriously thought of running a race, especially since a 5K is over three mile, and I had only been running two miles. On the day of the race I was nervous, excited, and I was afraid I couldn’t finish because it was a whole mile more than what I was used to running.
I should not have worried, the race was a complete rush, all the runners, the competition, comradery, and fun… I was instantly addicted. I started running more miles; I discovered a love for a local State Park called Watkins Mill for all its running trails and fellow runners. I started running a 5k or 10k every month or so, and by a suggestion of a “Friend”, expanded my running hobby into “trail running” which has offered more avenues to travel with my favorite workout habit. It has been hard to meet certain “running goals” due to minor nagging injuries, but I will take those little “setbacks” for the overall reward of just feeling good, healthy and DRIVEN…