All of a sudden, the body I’V always counted on started to feel foreign to me.
The flab seemed to pile on overnight, especially in my midsection and thighs.
Even doing basic chores like vacuuming or carrying groceries would leave me winded.
By the time I finished prepping dinner, I’d collapse onto the couch, completely spent.
And don’t get me started on sleep. Even if I managed to get 8 hours, I’d wake up feeling groggy and unmotivated.
For years, I convinced myself it wasn’t that bad… until the moment everything changed.
It happened while visiting family in Arizona for Thanksgiving.
We were staying at a relative’s house when I walked into the guest bathroom. That’s when I saw it: the metal square of doom.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I stepped on. 201.
I froze, staring at the number in disbelief. My heart sank as shame and regret washed over me.
Looking up into the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.
That night, I couldn’t hold back the tears. Lying in bed, I promised myself... something had to change!