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Jenna Phillips 57 Squat Challenge at the Fitness Mixer in Dana Point

Here's Jenna Phillips -- http://www.jennaphillips.com going for 57 squats with her friend Andrea on her shoulders. Unfortunately the guys around her can't count! She actually got 53, but the thought she got 57. About Jon Ham: http://www.fitnesstrainingbyjon.com http://www.suptrainer.com Jenna Phillips: Bio: Everything happens for a reason. Pardon the cliché, but there is something very important that I need to share with you. It is a story of the accident that changed my life and how I am on my way to accomplish the supposed impossible. In February of 2000 I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, a disease that western medicine claims is unbeatable. Because of simple lifestyle changes I have made I am now almost insulin free. My mission is to motivate and encourage people to make smarter lifestyle choices. Being good to your body with daily physical activity and healthy food will improve your quality of life. Living this way has improved every aspect of my life, and I want to help others experience the same benefits. It's never too late to make the choice to make the change. I was born and raised in a small ski village in northern California called Bear Valley. My family moved to Lake Tahoe just as I was entering middle school and then relocated again to Carmel the day before my freshman year of high school. Growing up in such pristine surroundings was something that I will always be grateful for. My childhood was amazing with an endless amount of activity. I started skiing when I was two years old and continued my love for sports with softball, soccer, basketball and volleyball until high school. It was then that I discovered water polo and became dedicated to that when I wasn't playing basketball. I never thought that I would stop being active because it had always been such a great part of my childhood. During my junior year of high school my parents divorced and it definitely affected me. I lost interest in something that had always been important in my life. I didn't try out for basketball or water polo that year. I started to spend all of my free time with my friends. Some of our after school activities included going to the beach, eating, cruising in the car, and watching our favorite TV shows. Although my family prepared healthy and nutritional meals at home my friends and I ate whatever, whenever, and however much we wanted to. We never counted calories or thought about the saturated fat content. We definitely didn't know what trans fat was. High fructose corn syrup was not something we avoided. We casually ate fast food, and some of my favorite snacks included Diet Coke, Pringles, Sour Straws, Starbursts, and glazed donuts. I didn't understand the importance of fiber, nor did I make sure that I got enough fruit and vegetables. Like most teenagers, we loved sweets and junk food. To this day, I will never understand why nutrition was not a graduation requirement. Eating carelessly and not getting enough physical activity started to catch up with me. It was almost impossible for me to get out of bed in the morning. I started to fall asleep in class and my grades showed it. I was sick all the time and missed classes. I started to feel extremely depressed. I even tried weekly therapy and antidepressants but that did not help. What I was doing to my body (or lack thereof) was the root of the problem, not my depression. I was miserable, but didn't understand why. On a fundamental level, I was making very poor lifestyle choices. I wanted out of the hole that I had dug for myself and knew the solution would have to be something drastic. I thought about it every night before I went to sleep. Sure enough, my thoughts became a reality in February of 2000. The accident that would change my life forever was about to happen. I had just a semester left of high school and decided to be the host for the Winter Ball after party. With a handful of my closest friends I was decorating the hayloft of the barn on my property. We were almost done and I had just one more sheet to hang on the ceiling. As I walked backwards I lost my footing and fell through the opening in the floor. I fell 15 feet onto my head on the concrete below. Immediately unconscious, I have no memory of falling. Nor do I remember waking up from my coma in the ICU later that week. I also have no recollection of when the doctors told my parents I was in the early stages of type 1 diabetes.... More at http://www.jennaphillips.com