In June of 2018, I was looking at some pictures and noticed that I always put something or someone between the camera and my body. In one particular picture, enough of my body showed for me to be truly crushed by the place to which I had arrived. And I had a little less than a year before I would come down the aisle as the mother of the groom without even a flower girl for cover.
As I have dieted in one form or another my entire adult life, I wasn’t really hopeful, but I wanted to hope. I had seen the transformations in a number of people in my church family and decided I would launch out on the program and, frankly, possibly use failure in my case for bariatric surgery.
I began my new health journey on July 6th and, lo and behold, my 57 year old body took to it in a mighty way. With the support of my health coach, my family, and the community walking the program together, in 8 months my weight was down 95 pounds! Still more to go to a healthy BMI, but well on my way and the road to it is clear.
As important as the physical transformation has been, for the first time I can remember, food is neither friend nor foe, but fuel. I like getting dressed in the morning and putting on things I actually want to wear. And I can walk joyfully down the aisle in June with no thoughts but love and joy for my son and his bride.
Now I’m helping others find their hope again by coaching the program. My world has been rocked, I might as well rock theirs, too.