The changes that happened when I turned forty were hard to accept.
After having my three kids, it felt like my body's ability to burn energy had slowed to a crawl, and I didn't have much time to do anything about it.
I tried to stay positive.
I told myself, "My body brought three wonderful children into the world," and "It's what's inside that truly matters"...
But even my health was getting worse, and I felt tired all day long.
So, I started going to bed earlier at night, hoping it would help me feel better the next day.
Sometimes, I even slept for 10 HOURS, but still felt exhausted!
I didn't realize at the time how SERIOUS it had become.
That is, until my husband of 38 years told me he had been unfaithful with a younger, thinner woman.
I was heartbroken. I found my old scale and reluctantly decided to step on it... just to see the number.
217 pounds... What? I couldn't believe it.
That moment hit me HARD.
I looked up in the bathroom mirror, and felt ashamed.
I looked so tired, puffy and... ahem...“round”
How did things get this bad? How did I let myself go so far?
I couldn't stop thinking about that dreadful scale experience for the rest of the day.
And that evening, as I was getting ready for bed, I made a decision