By: Becky Fulton

I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just got the notice that my divorce was final and I knew I was ready for change. I don’t remember if I saw a picture of myself, heard a comment from someone, or what exactly “clicked," but Gary (my new personal trainer) must have noticed something.

By: Tracey Byrd

366 days ago, I began a mission to reverse the damage I'd been inflicting on my body for 29 years. From as far back as my childhood —a sedentary lifestyle, and poor eating habits had defined my life. I was always waiting to be "rescued," never realizing that the only person who could truly save me, was myself.

Today marks my 367th consecutive day of working out. Here's my story....

The Starting Line

It’s was the end of September in 2011. I sat in a crowded room, wearing a size 60-suit coat, dress pants with a 58-inch waste. I sat around my peers, who had all made fitness a priority. Together, we listened to stories of others' successes. I thought to myself, why not me?

My name is Joshua Michael Cox, and I am a 26 year old broken guy with a lot of cracks to my primer underneath this youthful paint job. I'm a former massive weight loser (90 lbs) who has struggled with an eating disorder almost my entire life.

I have known depression longer than I haven't known it, and am more familiar than some people are comfortable with in regards to the realism and gritty experiences that suffering through depression can bring. I was bullied as a child culminating in getting tied up to a set of park bleachers as the turning point for me saying "no more."