All of a sudden, my once slim and trim petite figure became a magnet for pounds and bulge in all the wrong places.
It seemed my metabolism had SLOWED to a crawl.
Even my health was deteriorating, and I had very little energy throughout the day.
So, I would go to bed earlier at night, hoping that would help me make it through the next day.
Some nights I’d even sleep 12 HOURS, and still be dragging the next day!
I didn’t realize at the time how BAD it had gotten.
That is, until my husband and I were visiting his side of the family in California over the holidays. He had booked a condo on AirBnB for us to stay in.
When I walked in the bathroom I noticed there was a fancy digital scale right in the middle of the floor. We hadn’t had a scale at our house in years.
Hesitantly, I decided to step on.....just to see what it read.
236 pounds….What? Surely, it was off.
That moment hit me HARD.
I looked up in the bathroom mirror, and was so ashamed of what I saw.
I looked so tired, puffy and... ahem...“round”
How did it get this bad? How did I let myself go so far?
I thought about the “scale experience” the rest of the day. And that evening as I was getting ready for bed, I made a decision.