I’ll be honest with you.
This started as a weight loss problem…
But it turned into something much bigger.
Last spring, I turned 58 years old, overweight, exhausted, and quietly struggling through my days.
I smiled for my grandkids.
I showed up for family dinners.
But inside? I felt worn down… heavy… and tired of fighting my own body.
And it wasn’t just the scale.
It was the daily life stuff nobody posts about.
Getting out of a chair and feeling that sharp knee pain.
Standing at the sink and needing a break halfway through the dishes.
Avoiding mirrors because the reflection didn’t feel like “me” anymore.
Choosing dark, loose clothes… because anything fitted felt embarrassing.
Some days, even tying shoes made me breathe harder than it should.
Then months later… something wonderful happened.
During Thanksgiving dinner my cousin Lisa pulled me aside and said,
“You look lighter. Happier. What are you doing?”
That question stopped me — because for the first time in years, I finally felt different.
62 pounds lighter?
It sounds like a dream… but for me, it’s true.