𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨-𝐲𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠?
(Part 1 of 5)
As much as I would hope my recent tummy tuck just 4 weeks ago today would end this 25 year struggle, I'm pretty sure the work doesn't end, and that what I've learned from my own experiences will forever be best utilized to help other women overcome the same. But, I have also found that by being a Coach to others has massively helped keep me accountable to my own teachings as well.
It's unfortunate for us that most of our struggle is not easily controlled, but is so deeply ingrained in us from experiences in our childhood, diet culture, and mis-information.
Moms, this is incredibly important to recognize for the sake of our children not repeating our own mistakes. Our belief systems are formed young, and ingrained habits are the result of behaviors (both good and bad) repeated over time.
Do you remember any particular incidents or times in your childhood when you became aware of dieting or body image. Feel free to share below, and know you are not alone.
I do. I remember being at restaurants and having my mother look at my sister and I and saying "Are you sure you want to order that?" with undertones of disapproval. It came from a place of love, concern and fear I'm sure (I can't blame her). She had gained a lot of weight as a young girl, lost it in college, and has spent the rest of her life on a yo-yo diet.
My sister and I didn't care (well we may have when the pounds packed on). We ordered what we liked, showed little self control around our favorite foods, and when I got my driver's license, it was more like a license to eat. It was freedom to get what we wanted without being looked at funny.
I was an athlete, so luckily my activity kept the consequences of my appetite in check, but eventually came the most massive weight gain of my life.
𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 15 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑. (Part 2 of 5)
Are there any other STRESS EATERS out there? Drop one of these below! I was probably the shiest kid in the world. I made my sister pick up the phone if it rang, made her return my library books, turned beat red when chosen in the classroom, and I was always hiding behind my dad's leg when I was little. So it was truly a shock to my parents when I came home from high school one day in my sophomore year and told them I wanted to study abroad in South America for 6 months. It was a huge challenge for me, Making new friends, Trying new foods, Abiding by the rules of a host family, Keeping up with classes in Spanish, Finding my way around a strange city. I struggled with my first host family, the father yelled, the mother judged, and the brother teased. I spent most of my time in the kitchen with the housekeepers, missing my family, friends and my favorite foods...and eating to soothe my sorrows. I did have a blast once I changed families. The new one had lots of kids who I felt comfortable around, and as I settled in to the life and culture, I had a ton of fun. The drinking age, if I remember was either 15 or non-existent...So I had a lot of firsts on that trip! I gained 30 pounds on Study Abroad in Chile, and struggled from there on out to take it off when I got home. I never got used to being a new heavier version of myself, and struggled with fashion fads like low-waisted jeans. My confidence was low, and looking back at pictures, I wish I could have regained control. I went to college and gained a little more with the changes again, the pressures and freedoms, the partying and inability to control myself around the comforts of food. And then I made a decision...China. I studied abroad for another 6 months in a country with the most delicious food...Where noodles, dumplings and rice are staples, sauces and sweets are impossible to pass on. My Chinese roommate and I struggled for 4 of the 6 months with simple communication, as neither of us were very conversationally adept in the other's language. But by the end of those 6 months, I had experienced massive growth...in my communication skills, in my navigation of Beijing, and unfortunately also in my waistline.
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝?
(Part 3 of 5)
For me it's chips and salsa
And Chinese Food
And Garlic Bread
And Peanut Butter Cups
Well...I guess control around food is not my strong suit.
I've been an athlete all my life.
As a kid I was a gymnast, played softball, basketball and bowled in a Saturday league.
In high school I was a three sport athlete, adding field hockey..
In college I was a dual-sport athlete, playing softball and adding golf to my list of passions.
I spent a lot of time practicing my sports in organized practices, extra time on my own at home, and also spent time just working on my strength, speed and endurance in the gym.
With that strength building and calorie burn came a hearty appetite. I guess my activity was always how I mitigated my calorie consumption.
I tried several times in my life to limit my food intake, count calories and points...
But it always ended in a massive swing the other way. Binging on everything I was trying to restrict myself from.
What killed me was adulthood...
Jobs that required 9-5 sitting at a computer
A devastating back and calf injury
Exhaustion from raising babies
While my levels of activity decreased at times, my appetite has never dwindled. Even recently, after my tummy tuck surgery (which has kept me sedentary for the last 4 weeks) in chatting with my "Surgery Sisters" who had surgery on the same day as me, no one came out of surgery with the appetite that I did. Many didn't feel like eating at all, and others had to force themselves to have a little something. My athletic body went into recovery and repair mode, seeking protein and nutrients.
So needless to say, I will never be a woman who eats like a bird. But what I love is that I don't have to eat like a bird. Most of us don't have to try to suppress our appetite. It just might mean that if you are a "volume eater" you need to be mindful of a few key factors (ex. quality) and build a body type through exercise to match.
Eating i.e. fueling, while it really shouldn't be, has become a very psychologically challenging aspect of our modern culture. But we also live in a time where numbing and medicating has become the norm, where weight management can be met with shaming tactics and make you fear the scale.
Like that time I went to Weight Watchers.
𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬.
(Part 4 of 5)
I was teaching classes at 3 different gyms, 10 classes on average per week. It was invigorating and I was feeling my fittest. I had also become a Personal Trainer because women who took my classes started approaching me asking if I would train them to get a body like mine. Sculpted arms, abs and booty in my 30s, I had found my sweet spot. I was feeling Energized, Confident, Strong.
I was also training a few clients in my home. One of my favorite clients, who had honestly become one of my closest friends and confidants would come train with me for an hour and then go to her Weight Watchers meeting after. She was a lifetime member like my mom, and always focused on her points allowance and making sure she wasn't over goal weight for the meeting.
This particular day, Weight Watchers was rolling out a new points system. The program had never worked for me long-term, and I've always had my qualms with the nature of their system and practices, but I was curious as to what they would be rolling out (always good to know what your competition is selling). So I accompanied her to the meeting.
When we walked in, she got in line to be weighed (and judged), and she told me to go ahead and save us some front row seats.
Now I am usually a front row kind of girl, but in this setting I sat down in my Personal Trainer sweatshirt and gym leggings and something didn't feel right. I looked around at all of the folks there...older and heavier. I looked at the posters on the wall, and then I observed the meeting leader enter the room. Not an especially thin woman.
Her eyes locked with mine, and she immediately without warning ask me to stand up and introduce myself.
I was uncomfortable.
I stood and gave my name, letting them know that I was there with a friend.
My eyes welled up, and I felt like that shy embarrassed little girl again.
She noticed and capitalized.
She asked why I seemed so emotional, and I had no idea what was causing such a visceral reaction to being in that room, but I stupidly started exploring deep, recalling my struggles of the past, yet not acknowledging any of my success.
The tears were streaming and I sat down.
I was handed tissues, and the tears kept flowing throughout the meeting.
The next day, I got a therapist.
𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. 8 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 4 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝.
(Part 5 of 5)
In 2014 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍-𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 spinal injury. 𝖬𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾. I just wanted to be one of the skinny girls.
𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐲𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐠𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢-𝐒𝐩𝐚" 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲...
After his lookover, the doctor announced...
"𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 10!"
𝖬𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 "𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋" 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽. I suffered with 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 and 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍. I 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 clue what 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.
𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐢𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝.
The regret of my mistaken attempt to take the easy way out was only lessened when a Coach showed up in my life. She gave me the simple tools for nutrition and fitness success that I had somehow missed in all of my failed efforts of the past. But more importantly she gave me support, kindness, accountability, and a clear path.
The process became a pleasure, the roadblocks seem to dissipate, and my body morphed into a new and improved version of myself that I actually was proud of. It still had it's flaws, but I shopped and dressed with a new confidence that would open doors.
I was inspired to follow in my Coach's footsteps and help other women avoid all of the missteps that I had taken. I've always felt a responsibility in my life to shield others from pain, to the point of putting their burden on my own shoulders. Their pain becomes my own, but their triumphs sweet for me as well. A client and friend of mine once said that oftentimes you can see that I want my clients to achieve their goals even more than they themselves do, and that energy is inspiring and motivating.
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝. 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 2 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲...𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.
I thought so many times about getting a tummy tuck, but struggled after so many years of talking about what a mistake my first plastic surgery was, that I felt ashamed...and again, alone in my misery, yet putting on a happy face for my clients and followers.
In 2022 I got ballsy though.
I realized early in the year that life is short.
Risks are worth taking.
Rewards are worth reaping.
My husband and I made a swift decision to move our family from New York to Florida and start a new adventure that would challenge us all in different ways.
When I arrived, I realized I needed new bathing suits, and for the first time in years, I felt like my belly looked so bad that I needed to cover it up with one piece suits.
It got me thinking...it's time.
I set my next several months up in my business so that I could continue Coaching without issue, and have ample time for recovery from a tummy tuck.
I did my due diligence and found the perfect surgeon. My surgery went amazingly, and I am slowly getting back to workouts after only 4 weeks. This was exactly what I needed to close a chapter in my life and look forward with excitement again. I have let go of my shame, and the support has been awesome.
I am always reminded that my transparency will always benefit others. My story will always be an inspiration to someone who is going through what I am dealing with.
I believe that being in the trenches with my clients makes me relatable and trusted. My work ethic is apparent and appreciated.
My view that the journey never ends and should be enjoyed along the way is important. These years go by faster and faster it seems, and you might as well live with Energy, Confidence and Strength. Be Empowered. Surround yourself with people you aspire to be like. Take risks. Reap rewards. Get a Coach to guide you in the right direction and to help you remove the barriers to success.
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 1-5 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.
I know that i𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, then my sharing has been worth it. 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 what resonated...which feelings or experiences.
𝖨'𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾...𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗅, and would love to know how I can help you avoid the same mistakes and pains.
If this post is speaking to you, and if you are a goal-getter woman over 40 who wants to break through your weight loss plateau to see immediate and long-lasting transformation into a stronger, tighter and more toned version of yourself so that you regain your energy and confidence, and enjoy life without restriction, regret and frustration....
Then let's get your eyes on the details of my 1:1 Coaching Program, Empowered Fitness Mastery... You must be super special and someone who I would work well with if you stuck around to read all of my story!
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Let's get it! xo