There is no simply way to tell my story. There is much here I don’t care to tell or really want to rehash. The reason the history matters is because of the outcome. it’s about a hand I was dealt and how I dealt with it. How I learned to survive chaos and find clarity. This is not for those who lack compassion or who are uncaring to read. This is for the light workers in the world, who value people and want to spread a message of love. What love is and what it is not. 

I was born in Bethesda, MD and at six months old my young parents who were only in their late teens decided to move to California. My mother became a model and actress, my father a surfer, artist and stuntman. By the time I was three my parents divorced. My mother and I were nearly homeless and later in life in my teens at one point we actually were.  She had no education. We could afford only canned vegetables and lived in the poorest areas of Venice Beach and Santa Monica. I was a very sick child. I looked at my mother like a Goddess. She was breathtakingly beautiful and we were very close. 

My mom was not educated and had no support while living alone with me. My father traveled often to Europe. I was close to him, but by the time I hit my teens he left the country for good. He married a Greek American Heir to the First Bank of Florida residing part time in Athens and part time on Mykonos, Eos, Naxos and Aegina. They spent their winters in Mumbai and Goa.

My father is an artist, writer, actor & loves to play the harmonica on the beaches. He lives a great life, but feels no attachment to family. This all left me very neglected and alone as a young child. Being an only child with no family and parents who were partiers and pursuing their dreams made it hard to feel I had a home. I adored my father regardless. 

My friends and family back East were my anchors. My nana would put me in piano and ballet classes. She always tried to take care of me. I ran the streets dirty at times barely clothed and had hair knotted up to my shoulders. It was one year when I was six that I lived with my father on Malibu Beach. His girlfriend combed my hair, which wound up surprisingly very long and at the center of my back.

I remember surfing with my father who later became a Malibu legend who also held skateboard contests. He had long hair and a beard along with a lot of drugs in his home. He used and sold. He lived “the high life” so to speak. Later, wanting to run away from it all and he did. He never looked back. I had two parents who clearly were not ready for me as a responsibility nor were interested in being parents. They did love me, but they both seemed to love themselves and their lifestyles more.

After moving over 40 times around the Los Angeles Area, attending schools in Venice, Hollywood, Beverly Hills and Calabasas, I grew up in the fast lane.I became a little actress at seven and did several national commercials. My mother thought it was a great idea. I made a lot of money doing commercials, however it was all spent to help us survive. I was always outgoing and loved the camera. I emulated my parents who were very attractive and in the entertainment business my whole life. My life is a true Hollywood story.

My mother at one point had become a Scientologist, my father a proclaimed Buddhist. I eventually tried many religions finding my home as a born again Christian and eventually was baptized as a Catholic in 2006. Today, I am a mesh of spirituality and combine some philosophies of Buddhism and Hinduism together along with my deep faith and love for Jesus. 

An old comp card of my mothers from the 80’s when she was an actress/model.

My father and I regardless of the distance were still close and staying in touch, but I never really have understood how he could feel no desire to be more involved in my life. )My daughter didn’t meet him until she was 21 years old).  My mother tried to survive, moving us in and out of various homes trying to create something stable for us in any way she could. I had various “father figures” in and out of my life. She was one of the most beautiful women most would say they have ever seen, but life took a toll on her. Men, drugs and alcohol eventually wore her spirit down. She hit rock bottom a few times. I guess my role as a child was to try and save my mom from her near death experiences and give her a reason to carry on. 

As a young girl, I spent my days just wanting to play. I loved Barbies, writing poetry, I loved to climb trees in frilly girly girl dresses, I love baby dolls and had a bunch I believed were my real children. And boys I loved boys! I played softball for years, I was an All Star. A top batter, Centerfield and Batter. I loved school and learning. I loved to dance and I loved writing in my journal.) I kept one until I was in my early forties. I didn’t understand that anything was wrong in my life. I just took care of myself from the age of four. No babysitter at times. My worked all night and had little money. A lot of bad things can happen too when no parents are supervising. And they did as you can imagine. Children are easy prey. Some inappropriate things happened, not too serious, but enough that it is still considered molestation. I didn’t understand that for years. I blamed myself. I also felt like I encouraged it. I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble when my mom would find out and make me wrong for it. 

I spent my teens looking after my mom, wondering where she was, having no family support or siblings to help me. I was lucky enough that my aunt and uncle had me move in with them in eleventh grade. I went to Bethesda Chevy Chase High School for one year in Bethesda, MD, while living in Chevy Chase. I had the most normal year of my life. I had a family life with people who paid attention to everything I did in school and actually cared about how I was feeling. I flourished because I didn’t have the stress. My mom would disappear for months. No call, no support and no money. My aunt and uncle left to manage it all. 

I was suicidal in my teens and this gave me a chance to regroup from the drug insanity taking place in my home that I had to deal with. It was a chaotic upbringing that left me very traumatized. There was domestic fights between my mother and her partners. There was broken mirrors and shattered glass, I was ripped from my homes quickly. A lot of relationship drama. My father had a lot of fighting with his girlfriends too and he was abusing women left and right on many levels. I had no role models for a “normal” relationship. We had a lot of characters in and out of our home. Including a godfather, a heroine addict and a prostitute. My mother took everyone in and tried to save people when she needed saving herself. My mother loved to help people in need and adored animals. I felt jealous because I wanted her love and attention. I was made to feel I was always the problem and at other times she expressed deep love for me. It was very confusing. She hated that my father abandoned me and moved away. I was very hurt and angry about that. Some how I managed to excel in school and strived to be the best at all I did. I became an over achiever at a young age. Wanting to be the best at it all. 

When I left California and move to Maryland, I gave up hope. I decided I wanted to live and accepted that she may not survive. She was that bad off. I felt bad leaving her, but I could no longer carry the burdens of someone not willing to help herself.  At the time we were going bankrupt and were losing our home in Beverly Hills in Benedict Canyon. It had the most amazing view and was nestled right next to Liz Taylor and above Sammy Davis, Jr.’s house. When the repossession took place all the personal items we had were also taken, along with a 58ft yacht called the Starship (once the creator of Star Wars’ boat) parked right next to Sly Stallone. It was a dream life and it crumbled. 

My life was what dreams should be made of. I was attending Beverly Hills High and living next to all these celebrities. We seemed to have it all on the outside. You would think having a stunning mother that men took care of, living at the top of Beverly Hills and going to school with Vidal Sassoon’s daughter, traveling with Vidal and his family, being friends with Marvin Gaye, Jr and attending school with Pauly Shore and Smokey Robinson’s son, but for me those were the roughest years of my life. I started clubbing, which became an escape early. I experimented with a lot of things, but drugs were never for me nor feeling out of my mind. I wanted to be in mind and to love my life. I wanted to be “NORMAL”. 

I had the pressure of not dealing with my own emotions, but hiding the secrets taking place in my home. I had to deal with the shame of having a drug addicted mother who often left me for days and a father I felt abandoned by. I was suffering and my anxiety turned to depression. Having no father to turn to and a mother in this condition had the school trying to take me away from her. Thank God I had so many wonderful friends who did care for me and help me through this time. This was a lot for a child and teen to take on. I never really thought of that until later in life. I just did what I could to cope, but inside, I was so sad and confused about why I couldn’t just have a normal life and normal parents. 

My 11th grade year when my aunt and uncle to took me in, after I begged them to help me save my life,  I went from a size 2 to a size 11. I worked, I got straight A’s and I felt “normal”. I was near my grandparents and I had cousins and family around. It made me feel secure and like I had a tribe. I had always idolized my cousins and family here wishing to just have something consistent and stable. It’s so much easier to excel with you have a baseline.

The next year my mom was living with a new man, her now husband Armando, who she met that saved her from the Beverly Hills shipwreck. Although he turned out to be an interesting character who was not all that he claimed to be. He did however, have a great heart and was always there for me. I was there for him until the end of his life. He died in 2013 of liver failure and suffered from his own demons with addiction. I knew the year he was dying that he needed help. His death deeply effected me because I was so fearful of what my mom would do without him. She was very dependent on him. Although not always stable, he made a point to be there for me no matter what. He was a guy raised in East LA who was tough. He had met my mom fell in love. Even now I have not seen any two people love each other more. 

in 1986, I graduated from El Camino Real having no friends and began fresh. I had a good year and right after high school went on to become a Cosmetologist while attending Santa Monica College. Since I had moved so many times I missed Chemistry and regardless of my straight A’s and being a gifted and talented student, I had to go to a Jr./Community College. I had no help figuring out even how to apply for a regular college and I remember it all being a disappointing blur. I loved school and learning. I still do. With no financial help or a means to get it, I put myself through school, while I worked at restaurants and went to beauty school. At 19, my mom had a severe relapse and this time involving her new husband my final semester of Beauty School. I was living with them at the time. This had started off with them being sober and it turned into a full blow bender of days of them doing drugs non stop and complete chaos in our home. The addictions were worse than ever.

I was in the worst shape of my life and returned to thoughts of suicide. I did attempt it, but my step father rescued me and took me to get help before the pills kicked in. I had my stomach pumped and a psychologist (who I really wanted to see) came by and said, “she is fine.” I was not happy to hear that. I didn’t feel fine at all and wanted HELP!  I don’t know that I really wanted to die, I just new I got tunnel vision because it seemed my spiral of fears were all coming true. I was too young to see the bigger picture and how this would all play out later in life, but in a good way. At the time, all I could think is about how much my life sucked and I was always going to struggle. I felt so alone. My mother was furious and very unloving towards me. She called me “selfish” and didn’t see how I could be effected by any of this going on in the home. I was exaggerating the situation and how dare I share this with anyone. 

From that day forward I made a decision to leave the mess there and move to Maryland near my grandparents I had two sets of them at the time. In 1989, I came back worked hard, did hair and got off on my feet again. My mother, I had left a mess, I did see my father that year and lived with my grandfather for a short period of time until I got my own place. My mother eventually became well again and followed me out here with her husband.

My daughter now is a health & fitness blogger http://stayhappyandfit.tumblr.com

Over time, I settled in to my new habitat. I felt good to be away from the drama and chaos. I met someone, got pregnant, did not marry because it turned out he had some serious imbalances and couldn’t live on his own (OF COURSE!) 

It was in 1993, I gave birth to my daughter. My mother eventually moved back home to Maryland. Her father was dying and her glory days were over. She and her husband were ready for NORMAL too. I lived with my mom and stepfather since I did not marry her father. I began as a single mom struggling on welfare. Not the life I had envisioned to have in Maryland, but I had used some resources to get on my feet since I never finished college after 7 years of trying. I had to work too many hours and could only take a couple of classes each semester. My daughter was an unexpected pregnancy that happened while I was on the pill, but she is the greatest blessing in both of our lives. Her father and I knew in our hearts, no matter what, she was meant to be.  

I spent my days working full time doing hair at some prestigious salons, while working as a make up artist in a department store, as well, carrying my baby in my belly knowing I will make this work. It would save money and do it alone. I did not count on her father, but he was there and continues to be. He does the best he can with her and they are very close. I eventually decided to quit all schooling & jobs. Instead I worked for myself and,did hair and make up at homes and started CREATIONS BY MICHELLE. I did not understand at 24, the amount of money it takes to support a child and yourself. Maybe that was a good thing. I didn’t care, I was driven to make it all right. 

I breast fed for 9 months, bringing my daughter with me to appointments. I was very happy being a mother and felt a great sense of purpose! In time, I returned back to work, this time in an office. I started out on WELFARE with NO SKILLS and wound up becoming a high level Executive Assistant and I moved into writing and editing for Marketing Services Department and eventually becoming a Marketing Director. I did all I could to be self sufficient and to be a good mom. I wanted my daughter to feel she mattered and I took motherhood seriously.

In 1998, I married a man I met through work much older than me who was British. I was married only a few short years. My marriage ended with an abusive incident forcing me to press charges against him. I learned lessons about people and that they are no always what they seem. I had been through abuse once before and decided to end my marriage immediately and start over. It took a lot of courage to leave a Multimillion behind. His final words to me were, “go back to your two bedroom apartment” and mine were, “keep all the shit because you need it more than I do.” And that was it. The end and my rebirth began after that. I realized how self deceptive we can be about what will make us happy. There is no substitute for love. When it’s not love, it’s very clear. 

I started my life over in Rockville. I had a successful Massage Therapy practice in health clubs. I had started fulfilling my dream to own spas, so I created a mini spa version at three health clubs. I had multiple therapists and I was making good money so I knew I would be fine on my own. Divorce took a toll on me and I wound up depressed, going through my money quickly and eventually selling my businesses. I was burnt out. Life was getting the best of me again. I just felt there had to be something more. 

My husband and I were multimillionaires, but I felt a need to just end the marriage and move on without fighting for the assets. I did however, miss the 8000 square foot home and first class trips around the world. I was also on the board for the Arts Programs and on the PTA BOARD. The only thing I regretted was I didn’t have a home. My daughter got very depressed and cried one day saying, “I don’t know where home is, I know it is in your heart, but I don’t know where my heart is right now”. She was only 7 and it was crushing to know as a mother I was failing her because of what I was going through. A divorce. She did get some school counseling that helped. I just went back into survival mode and I was exhausted by the attorney negotiations. I just stopped caring about getting anything and wanted to be free of it all. ERASE, REWIND and START AGAIN. NOT THE PATH FOR ME. I had a taste of yoga and it’s the yoga that kept me sane through it all really. I signed a prenup so I was to earn my way without any help or support once again.

I was ashamed to tell anyone, since I felt it made me seem deficient. But, I left my marriage with a black eye and wounds I could not hide from the school or my neighbors. All over a drunk incident involving alcohol. I had nothing to do with. I was completely sober and somehow wound up beat up by both my step father and my husband all at once because my step father due to a toxic liver had been pushing my mom and acting crazy from drinking. I tried to stop him and he attacked me grabbing my hair, my husband sat and did nothing, I nudged him for help and he just flipped and beat the crap out of me. Kicked me in the face and in front of my parents. It was a really bad night. My life flipped upside down in a moment. I was in shock and drove myself to the hospital. I never saw this coming from this man. He seemed incapable. But, you get enough alcohol in a person and you just don’t know what can happen. He was very apologetic and begged me not to leave, but I was done. 

I had also learned he had secrets and I was catching on. His resentments came when he was called out on some very big lies, like hiding a whole marriage from me. His excuse was, “that one didn’t count”. Eventually, it all came out and he was dating his sisters neighbor, keeping in touch with an ex girlfriend and he was hiding money. He had a lot of issues with intimacy. He had two kids who suffered as a result of his affairs and loveless marriage to their mother. If only I had taken that bit of information more seriously. Marriage changed him. He was not the man I wanted to marry. He was a person who seemed at times to lack depth and a soul. He was very on the surface and that turned me off. I was happy to end it and leave it all behind. 

After having such poor judgement again and again I lost my self-confidence with relationships and started to believe I just would never have a healthy one. I became a different animal. I resented putting my daughter and I in this situation that was not authentic, I realized I needed to find myself again. Somehow when I moved into my 950 square foot apartment at the Grand in Rockville, I was given a great opportunity.

It was right when I was closing the doors of my successful massage businesses, I was extended  an opportunity to TEACH YOGA. At the time I was only a student. Within one year I was teaching 25 classes per week and had over 350 students following me, claiming they loved the spiritual messages I expressed in class and my own vulnerability I was sharing. I was working with pro athletes and had great connections. I was teaching at the top studios and gyms in the area.

One crazy night, I was watching ESPN and saw girls doing one arm pushups and aerobic routines with strength moves. I was impressed and called to find out more. I entered a local show within 8 weeks weight training for the first time in my life.

I was a size 8 and went to size 2. I could not believe I was on stage, a once conservative wife involved in pageants was now on stage again doing FIGURE POSING. I went national right away to my surprise and from there I was hooked. I lost my interest in YOGA and began teaching all I learned competing that year. I did seven shows and was a very successful competitor in two different divisions Fitness America, OCB & the National Physique Committee.  I was featured in magazines and writing for them on health and fitness.

I became a public speaker and spoke for IHRSA, CLUB INDUSTRY, ON PANELS FOR DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND SPEAKING TO CANCER PATIENTS at SUBURBAN HOSPITAL. l would have three hundred breast cancer patients in my mind body plantform and prominent doctors validating the information.  My workouts and teachings were being validated by high level doctors?! Wow, It felt amazing! I was on a roll. I was baffled that people were actually GIVING ME and SEEKING ME OUT for these opportunities. I was like, “who”, “what”, “when”? My mom at the time was healthy and working, everything seemed in balance. She worked in cosmetic sales at Saks for many years. Even my step father was working and doing very well (it was a car accident that caused him to relapse. Pain killers were prescribed and that one decision made life a dunzo for this addict). 

After all this success, somehow I got sucked into another terrible relationship. It was the worst relationship of my life and wound up a very battered woman. YES AGAIN. This was my rock bottom or relapse into the addiction I had to drama and bad boys. I became Joan of Arc. I thought I could save people. Wonder why? Look at all I did for my mom and this was all normal for me to go right into that role. I see a problem, I can fix it. I can save the world. I had dreams of a child actually stopping wars. This drug addicted boyfriend was small beans. I can’t even get into it because I’m still in disbelief I survived it. I came out with a bad case of PTSD.

 My career, daughter, my body and my spirit were in a crisis. You don’t get over someone putting a knife in your face and saying you look like a “hag” or that you are all “washed up, ugly and old” or someone shooting a gun right after pointing it at your head and then watching him threaten to shoot himself if I left him. He beat me up badly in Costa Rica in a place I was completely vulnerable. Later apologizing and begging him for forgiveness. He beat me again with a show, leaving shoe prints along my rib cage (that luckily went away), but the cops saw it. I lived in chaos not knowing what to do or where to turn. I was ashamed to admit I was in this situation at all being abused. I kept thinking I would be fine. I believe with love this would heal. I prayed, I begged God for strength, I begged him to shake the demons. I was in deep denial and I had a bad case of battered woman’s syndrome and was brain washed by this guy.

The beauty of it was that I finally GOT HELP. The police made sure of it. I went through a lot of therapy to heal on a clinical and spiritual level. I was in a very dark place and no one knew me because I was so strong and successful. My clients at the time begged me and did all they could to support me through this awful time. They saw the bruises and new I was a victim. I didn’t want to think of myself as one. In many ways, I felt responsible. He convinced me of it. I could not image I could be vulnerable ever again to abuse.

I found out the truth and that the person I thought I knew was very ill and had a severe drug addiction to multiple pills, cocaine and alcohol. This all made a lot of sense to my “norm” and upbringing. He did not even remember what he did at times, which I realized meant, I really was in serious danger and could have been killed leaving my daughter with no mother. This was a tough time for my daughter who was very in tune with the fact that this man was not good for me. She would BEG me to leave him. She was angry at me for lacking the strength and would see me struggling on a regular basis. She would not buy into his cons or let me convince her to. She was clear he was a bad person and that I needed to get away from him.

I had nothing left inside strength wise at the end, everyone around me warned me, tried to help me, but I could not see the signpost that said get out. I kept going back for me like a drug. The highs were high and lows were just awful. Finally, one day after getting therapy I realized I deserved more and the person I had become was not me at all. I had to change. I sat in his support groups while he was forced t go to rehab for his third DUI. This is when I learned this was much more than alcohol. I felt very nieve.

Getting my strength back through therapy and learning the truth was one of the most freeing and transformative moments in my life. I learned I tolerated so much of this because it was my childhood demons that were holding me back and I did not have the skills. I needed help and understanding from a professional who could explain it to me. The signs, the red flags, the whys.

Once I had them thanks to the Abused Persons Crisis Center and the help of a spiritual teacher Maryke Barclay, I found myself again. I became a speaker for Domestic Violence and was invited to do a a Calendar as a fitness model/survivor.

In time, after weeding through even more shady characters and going through a few more brunts along the road, God gave me a great gift!

Not only did I find my strength again, but I was able to love again. I found myself fumbling at times with what I valued, what is right and wrong, wondering if I could ever trust and love again. It seemed so easy just not to.

I eventually met my now husband. at a BBQ with friends. I was so wounded that it took me years to really let him in. It took several months for me to move beyond friendship with him. I am grateful to be with the opposite of what I was always attracted to. I thought intimacy was lust. My husband is a kind loving soul. I met someone who was finally truly interested in me and not just my body or their ability to manipulate me. He is reassuring and knows everything about me, my past and appreciates my story. He also has his own. 

I made a conscious decision the day I met him,  to shift gears and go in an “uncomfortable direction”.  To actually stop having attachments to anyone who brings drama into my life. Anyone who does not respect me could no longer me in my energy field.

This decision has changed the course of my life. I have the family I dreamed of. We both had children, we both had been hurt and broken and we both knew what we valued was the same. We wanted a place to call home.  It took me being in this relationship to realize what love is and what it is not. He had to fight me for a long time because I was terrified. I did not trust men, nor did I have a reason to. I didn’t trust myself. No marriage is a walk in the park, but after what I went through, this felt like it. Men always let me down and did very hurtful things to me throughout my life. Even when I was growing up.

It’s amazing how finding true love can heal the wounds. Mike came with his too and we have worked through a lot together as a team, as a family. This is all new to me. It has also helped me forgive my parents realizing that they became who they are because of what was their norm. They do love me, but they had issues that did not make them ideal parents. I would not trade my parents now, I have learned valuable lessons from them. Those hardships made me who I am today.

Everyday, I am thankful for the angels who were in my life, like my grandparents who were always there for me. I appreciate those who have accepted me unconditionally. Shame kept me from getting help and I had a lot of guilt keeping me in spiritual prison. I hated sharing any secrets about my past because I didn’t want to hurt those I love and expose them. They insisted I don’t and even to this day their version and mine differ. This was a great burden I lived with. Their issues are a big part of MY STORY and something I have had to deal with my whole life. Writing them off for me was not an option. That’s not in my heart. 

The interesting thing is how my health was effected throughout the years by all the stress. My tolerance and my need to stand by people and all in the name of love, was crippling me. I developed physical issues – fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue as a result. Anxiety and panic were manifesting in my body. The good news is, I learned how to create healthy boundries.   I had to do a lot of soul searching. I am always revisiting the needs of my soul. Fitness has been a great vehicle, especially yoga, when it comes to feeling grounded with my inner strength.

I was relieved after many years of suffering that my symptoms were not MS, as the doctors thought. I was actually going to live and was healthier than I thought. I just needed to find a way to BREATH. I am so grateful everyday that I escaped that life sentence and got out of the spiritual prison. I am the butterfly. I am flying and I am finally free!

As soon as I realized I was not dying, I went to work for Gold’s Gym and became one of their top three revenue drivers in the Nation for personal training. I had over forty trainers under my supervision at two of their premier East Coast Signature Clubs in Arlington and Fairfax, VA. This came natural to me after having once creating and managing a weight management center for Merritt Athletic Clubs.

I rebuilt my confidence and eventually quit my job to help my grandparents on my fathers side who were struggling. I got them settled in Assisted Living and Nursing homes. I helped my daughter graduate and sent her off to college. I then got ready again for my comeback. In 2011, I went national again quickly this time as a Bikini athlete and made it to Miami Nationals by November, I later went on to earn my Pro Card in 2013 in the sport of Bodybuilding with the IFBB. I was 43 years old!

So many doors opened again, I had a chance to relive it all and do it right this time. I have developed a high placing competition team – www.team-knockouts.com who are rising stars in the industry. My girls havea 98% success rate placing on stage.

With My father in Newport Beach on a recent visit he made from Greece – we are still on great terms!

Everyday, I am grateful for the Angel God Sent me that grounded my spirit, gave me purpose. We have lived through a lot as a team. 

Working out has helped me cope with the stress in my life. Bodybuilding helped me rebuild my strength. Yoga kept me centered and gave me very intuitive survival skills. I can now smell a rat when I see one 🙂  I have been trained as a mystic and healer with many certifications in place in healing and fitness. I am also an ordained minister. I don’t do much with it, but spiritual coaching is a big part of all I do in the field of fitness.

 I had no idea this would all be born from just taking a risk and saying yes to a few things. Being fearless paved the way. Being too open brought in some demons, but in the end I hope I made a dent in those on some level for those I did try to help with all my heart. 

At times, I felt delusional and people told me I was, but when things came into fruition and all the puzzle pieces fit together, I realized something magical had happened. I was channeling energy in a positive way now and life was no longer against me.

This deepened my faith even further and made me even more loving, compassionate and accepting. 

We all have a story. Don’t cry for me. Smile when you see me. I have learned a lot of a valuable lessons about life and love. If I leave you with a take away, I hope you will never judge a book by it’s cover. Be kind and be courageous. Never stop loving.  Love more. Everything happens for a reason. All events good and bad are guiding you to become who you are meant to be! My career is once again at an amazing high.

Be sure to check out what my past has given birth to:  

Michellefitness.com

Quickfitrx.com

Team-Knockouts.com 

I am writing books, doing videos and I have more experience than ever to guide you to succeed. I am on fire. I am full of light and love. The reason is because I now have clarity through the chaos. 

I hope to serve you on some level! Please email me at michelle@michellefitness.com. If you want spiritual coaching, a speaker at your organization or an online fitness program, I can help you.

Join me if you are looking to begin your great adventure and develop a better understanding of how your body, mind and spirit all = Peace, Joy, Success & True Happiness!

My wonderful Grandparents have passed, my purpose has changed, I know they are looking over me now.

With the love and support of my family now, I feel like I can conquer the world. The balance I have created over time by letting go of what no longer serves me, makes it much easier to succeed!