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.
Despite my health taking a downturn, leaving me with barely enough energy to get through the day,
I found myself retreating to bed earlier each night, clinging to the hope that it would recharge me enough to face what lay ahead. There were nights when I would surrender to sleep for as long as 12 HOURS, only to find myself still lethargic and struggling to get through 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.
209pounds….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.