Saturday, June 22, 2019
No Rest for the Wicked
This blog is going to be a little all over the place, but that's my current state of mind. One thing I've learned over the years when I feel like this, is to just write. It may not make any sense, but once it's out there, and in the open, I can sort through the bullshit and just really get to the root of what the real underlying stress factor is. Aside from life, little things seem to cause a lot of problems. Just like the big ones. In my opinion, the smaller things, that don't seem too bad at the time, are the ones that come at you worse. Now that I'm older and (enter air quotes here) wiser (end air quotes), it doesn't take long before I can call myself out on whatever self-sabotage I'm doing to myself. So, fun fact, we weren't planning on announcing it, so if you read this, don't tell my husband. Lol. But I want to be transparent with what's been going on. I took my birth control out. Which leads to my hormones and body trying to regulate and get back on track. Whatever track that crazy broad was on. Which means the stress eating is REAL, my friends. You see, I started this reset cleanse for school, and it was going great. And then BAM! Hey muffins, hey old friend. Long time. And look! Pancakes and french toast. Oh guys! I've missed you! Yeah,no. those a-holes. So, I can break it down to either hormones regulating, and my body kind of like 'BJHCFDHVSBVHKFDVHFOOOOOOOD!' or, I'm stressed. Which is always a factor. Let's be real. This food spiral of mine has most definitely domino affected my depression and anxiety. I've felt overwhelmed and anxious. And definitely on my toes. No one sees it, but I feel it. That's one thing I always wondered about with other mama's. Or just other caretakers in general. But mostly the moms. When I first had Charlotte, I think the biggest thing I worried about was being a mom (Duh). But not so much being one, because the second she came out of my lady bits was the moment I was a mom. Ish had suddenly dick slapped me straight across the forehead (Excuse the dirty bits, but seriously. No mercy). But I think the biggest thing for ME, was that after having her, I almost felt like I HAD to do everything. And I shouldn't need help being a mom. And that if I asked for help, it was publicly admitting that I wasn't ready, or didn't know how to 'mom'. And sometimes I still feel that way. The whole, 'well, I'm her mom. I should be able to handle this'. Yeah, about that. Haha, And I don't want anyone thinking that my husband doesn't do anything, but lord knows I make it rough for him to step in. Even when I do manage to let him do something, I'm helicoptering the hell out of that guy. Haha. Maybe it's a control thing. Who knows? But truth is, being a mom is one of the most HARD, Rewarding, and scariest things I've ever done. Like, ever ever. And My sister-in-law (shoutout!) always reminds me, every time, because I think this is a reoccurring issue I have with myself, that if you are stressed or worried about whether or not you're doing a good job or not, at being a parent, you're already one step above where you actually think you are. The parents that care whether they're doing well at raising their child(ren) are more than likely outstanding parents. And I know I need to hear this, and I'm sure some of you reading this do too. Parent or not, you are doing great. You are amazing. You are beautiful. You are worthy. And you DESERVE to be happy. And believe it or not, there are small adjustments that can help you get there. For anyone reading this, and i mean ANYONE, I will always be available for encouragement. Because in all honesty, everyone needs a good cheerleader in life. Even if it's just for a small conversation. With that being said, this blog was a hot little mess. But I feel better. And I hope you do too! You beautiful being you! Little by little, I'll be breaking down the tidbits in this blog. I'm devoting myself to you ever Friday night! Turn up...or whatever the cool kids say nowadays. Anyways, until next time guys! <3
Wednesday, May 29, 2019
A Little Back Story
So, before we move forward, we must take a look back. Frequent questions of how I got into fitness and why I wanted to become a personal trainer/health and life coach have often come up in conversation. So I figured now would be a good time for me to reflect, but further introduce you to the 'root' of my journey. So, here goes doorway to a vulnerable point in my life.
As most of you know, I am currently on my third year of marriage with my wonderful (yet, no doubt, sometimes annoying) husband, Ruben. But once upon an adolescence, I was married before (if that's what you wanted to call it. No offense, if he ever comes across this. Haha). I was 23, and living in Fallbrook, California. We were in a hardcore honeymoon phase, my medical insurance has canceled in Arizona, seeing as they found out that I was residing in another state (makes sense now that I'm older). I was currently diagnosed with a benign tumor in my nasal cavity that needed to be removed. We decided, *cue annoying cali girl voice*, 'since we were eventually going to get married eventually anyways', we'd do it since I needed to get this surgery done. Let me do you a favor and forward this a little bit. 11 months later....yeeeeahhhhh.....11 months later, we separated and started the process of a divorce. Input "Shit Happens" HERE. Luckily, we were able to stay civil friends. But anyways, when we had separated, I noticed that ya girl was building a bakery with all the muffins chilling at the top my pants/shorts. I finally got the lady balls to step on a scale. 192.6 lbs. No lie, guys. This little 5'1" psycho was only a couple pounds shy of 200 pounds. Wholly My 600 Pound Life. Talk about a meatball. Garlicky butter roll. After ugly crying for a few days, I mustered up more lady balls and got a personal trainer. It all started with a homie named Robert. He worked at the place I went for physical training for my back. Which were problems I had self induced due to my weight. Anyways, we started out slowly, an introduction to personal training, a lot of basics I currently implement into my style of training now. And when it came to nutrition, no drinking, cut out crap, no eating out. Basic, simple things that become second nature after a while. Small habits that I had built overtime. I.E. not eating for hours at a time, snacking too much on unhealthy junk, drinking a beer with every meal. After about a solid two weeks of bad jokes, more ugly crying, and purging my pores of whiskey and cheap beer, 13 pounds in my first 2 weeks. And it became an instant obsession.
Fast forward to a petite 125 pound Megan. By then I had been about 3 years into my fitness journey and have never felt better. I knew within the first year of my personal training that that was what I wanted to do. To be. A personal Trainer. I had hung out in the self sabotaging shadows too long. As mentioned before, I have depression and anxiety. And both were at an all time high (along with my weight). I don't think I could ever explain the high I get from kicking my own ass. Pushing myself and changing my mentality on what me and my body was capable of. I was able to find a HEALTHY outlet that didn't involve getting piss drunk and driving home. Or eating half a gallon of ice cream or craving unwanted and unhealthy attention. I wanted to do that for other people. To guide and coach them and PUSH them into things they never thought they were capable of. Shortly after starting, and finding a solid groove of a healthier lifestyle and working out, I found the power behind lifting, and fueling my body and mind with healthy food. I found out that all of my self doubt, all of the stress that I had been so overwhelmed with, was all created...by me. Being overweight, being stressed about being overweight, being SAD about something that I had essentially done to myself, was definitely a harsh reality. But that what I want to do for people. Be the harsh reality that causes life-changing movements. I want to be the needle-mover in someones life.
I have a lot of reasons as to why I wanted to be this huge influence in world. Everyone has some sort of WHY behind their WHY. So lets dive a little bit deeper. My daughter, Charlotte. Having a kid definitely changed my perspective on what I was capable of in life. And I will always be thankful for the ability to be a mom...to be her mom.
Find your reason. Your TRUE and HONEST reason behind whatever movement you choose. And don't let Life get in the way of your path.
Until next time guys!
As most of you know, I am currently on my third year of marriage with my wonderful (yet, no doubt, sometimes annoying) husband, Ruben. But once upon an adolescence, I was married before (if that's what you wanted to call it. No offense, if he ever comes across this. Haha). I was 23, and living in Fallbrook, California. We were in a hardcore honeymoon phase, my medical insurance has canceled in Arizona, seeing as they found out that I was residing in another state (makes sense now that I'm older). I was currently diagnosed with a benign tumor in my nasal cavity that needed to be removed. We decided, *cue annoying cali girl voice*, 'since we were eventually going to get married eventually anyways', we'd do it since I needed to get this surgery done. Let me do you a favor and forward this a little bit. 11 months later....yeeeeahhhhh.....11 months later, we separated and started the process of a divorce. Input "Shit Happens" HERE. Luckily, we were able to stay civil friends. But anyways, when we had separated, I noticed that ya girl was building a bakery with all the muffins chilling at the top my pants/shorts. I finally got the lady balls to step on a scale. 192.6 lbs. No lie, guys. This little 5'1" psycho was only a couple pounds shy of 200 pounds. Wholly My 600 Pound Life. Talk about a meatball. Garlicky butter roll. After ugly crying for a few days, I mustered up more lady balls and got a personal trainer. It all started with a homie named Robert. He worked at the place I went for physical training for my back. Which were problems I had self induced due to my weight. Anyways, we started out slowly, an introduction to personal training, a lot of basics I currently implement into my style of training now. And when it came to nutrition, no drinking, cut out crap, no eating out. Basic, simple things that become second nature after a while. Small habits that I had built overtime. I.E. not eating for hours at a time, snacking too much on unhealthy junk, drinking a beer with every meal. After about a solid two weeks of bad jokes, more ugly crying, and purging my pores of whiskey and cheap beer, 13 pounds in my first 2 weeks. And it became an instant obsession.
Fast forward to a petite 125 pound Megan. By then I had been about 3 years into my fitness journey and have never felt better. I knew within the first year of my personal training that that was what I wanted to do. To be. A personal Trainer. I had hung out in the self sabotaging shadows too long. As mentioned before, I have depression and anxiety. And both were at an all time high (along with my weight). I don't think I could ever explain the high I get from kicking my own ass. Pushing myself and changing my mentality on what me and my body was capable of. I was able to find a HEALTHY outlet that didn't involve getting piss drunk and driving home. Or eating half a gallon of ice cream or craving unwanted and unhealthy attention. I wanted to do that for other people. To guide and coach them and PUSH them into things they never thought they were capable of. Shortly after starting, and finding a solid groove of a healthier lifestyle and working out, I found the power behind lifting, and fueling my body and mind with healthy food. I found out that all of my self doubt, all of the stress that I had been so overwhelmed with, was all created...by me. Being overweight, being stressed about being overweight, being SAD about something that I had essentially done to myself, was definitely a harsh reality. But that what I want to do for people. Be the harsh reality that causes life-changing movements. I want to be the needle-mover in someones life.
I have a lot of reasons as to why I wanted to be this huge influence in world. Everyone has some sort of WHY behind their WHY. So lets dive a little bit deeper. My daughter, Charlotte. Having a kid definitely changed my perspective on what I was capable of in life. And I will always be thankful for the ability to be a mom...to be her mom.
Find your reason. Your TRUE and HONEST reason behind whatever movement you choose. And don't let Life get in the way of your path.
Until next time guys!
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
A Little Intro to Hustle Hut Health and Fitness
Today is the day. The start of a new, life-long adventure. Hustle Hut Health and Fitness. Something I've been wanting and working towards for a good while. Ever since I started my own fitness journey (just about 5 year ago now), it has been a mission. Not only for myself, but for other's around me. The power that comes from the ability to change myself mentally, emotionally, and physically is such an exhilarating high that I could probably never understand, nor explain. Anyways, enough of the cliche's.
My name is Megan Martinez Aello. I am a 28 (almost 29) year old stay at home mom of an almost 2 year old daughter. Certified by National Personal Training Institute in Personal Training. And currently working towards a certification in Nutrition Coaching, as well as Life Coaching with Health Coach Institute! I live in Washington state with my husband, daughter, dog and guinea pig, and a partridge in a pear tree. As mentioned before, I've been aiming to have my own business to be able to educate and teach people about fitness, health and nutrition, but also how to cope when it comes to Life. You know, that thing always giving you a hard time and creating obstacles and hurdles for you to crawl over. Yeah, that guy.
I'm looking forward to tracking my progress within school, but also within my own life. I struggle...not struggle. That makes it sound like I'm consumed by it. I DEAL with Anxiety and Depression. And mild (self-proclaimed) OCD. And for as long as I can remember, my biggest trigger has always been self-image and not being happy with it (duh). Well, that will be documented here as well. How I personally cope with day to day struggles, and how my health and fitness affect that. Should it be good or bad. And yes, there's a bad side to working out as much as I do. Crazy stuff, right?
Anyways, I could ramble on and on for days...hours. Days is a little excessive. But I could continue to gabble for a good amount of time. Buuuuuuut, I also believe in leaving them wanting for more. Ya nosy turds. ;)
Until next time!
Megan Martinez Aello
OFFICIAL owner of Hustle Hut Health and Fitness
My name is Megan Martinez Aello. I am a 28 (almost 29) year old stay at home mom of an almost 2 year old daughter. Certified by National Personal Training Institute in Personal Training. And currently working towards a certification in Nutrition Coaching, as well as Life Coaching with Health Coach Institute! I live in Washington state with my husband, daughter, dog and guinea pig, and a partridge in a pear tree. As mentioned before, I've been aiming to have my own business to be able to educate and teach people about fitness, health and nutrition, but also how to cope when it comes to Life. You know, that thing always giving you a hard time and creating obstacles and hurdles for you to crawl over. Yeah, that guy.
I'm looking forward to tracking my progress within school, but also within my own life. I struggle...not struggle. That makes it sound like I'm consumed by it. I DEAL with Anxiety and Depression. And mild (self-proclaimed) OCD. And for as long as I can remember, my biggest trigger has always been self-image and not being happy with it (duh). Well, that will be documented here as well. How I personally cope with day to day struggles, and how my health and fitness affect that. Should it be good or bad. And yes, there's a bad side to working out as much as I do. Crazy stuff, right?
Anyways, I could ramble on and on for days...hours. Days is a little excessive. But I could continue to gabble for a good amount of time. Buuuuuuut, I also believe in leaving them wanting for more. Ya nosy turds. ;)
Until next time!
Megan Martinez Aello
OFFICIAL owner of Hustle Hut Health and Fitness
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