I felt so ashamed...
It was October 2015, and there I was, a full-time gym owner, fitness coach, and mom of two.
(That's me on the RIGHT)
Before this point, I'd successfully coached thousands toward a successful body transformation.
I'd even transformed my own body, first after I came to the U.S. and then after my first pregnancy.
But this time was different.
I wasn't feeling so hot in 2015.
That's because by the time our second child, Bella, was born, I'd gained a whopping 46 pounds.
(That's at least 2-3X more than my doctor suggested for my height.)
And despite all my fitness trainer tricks and healthy eating, that weight stuck to me like burrs on a poodle.
I was also left with some torturous symptoms from the gestational diabetes I'd developed:
- My hunger didn't go away even when I ate a low-carb, high-protein diet 5-6 times a day, every 2-3 hours.
- My sugar cravings grew more ferocious the more I exercised.
- I was obsessing about making "healthy" recipes that would satisfy my sweet tooth.
I knew that if I didn't change something, I would end up with real diabetes. Or worse. Especially since most my family suffers from high blood pressure, high cholesterol and diabetes.
I don't know about you, but I've personally felt the heartless sting of heart disease.
One of my uncles had TWO double bypass surgeries in one year.
Another uncle died of a heart attack while he was in the bathroom.
And recently, one of my cousins died from a heart attack at the kitchen table.
Sad. Scary. Cruel.
I was determined not to join their ranks.
Which is why I knew I had to change something, because what I was doing wasn't working anymore.
I was ashamed to admit that I was stuck.
So there I was, able to successfully guide the health transformation of THOUSANDS of people over nearly a decade...
And I couldn't do the same for myself. It was as if I had run out of tools in my toolbox.
Do you know how hard it is to get respect as an overweight fitness trainer? (Sad but true.)
But that wasn't the worst part.
Piled on top of the stress of a new baby, the normal demands of running a gym and caring for my family, and the weight of 46 extra pounds on my body...
I had another, even more painful problem.
It was my knees.
I don't know if it was the weight, or years of working out, or what, but they HURT. I mean, they REALLY HURT. I remember lying awake at night unable to sleep because of the excruciating pain. I even remember at one point thinking, "This is it. I'm going to being pain forever."
Thankfully, God gave me the answer the very next day.