Are you sick of yo-yo dieting?
Do you want to lose weight for good, but haven't been able to make it happen yet? Are you tired of giving up on yourself?
I’m not going to try to feed you a bunch of crap. Weight loss is hard. Keeping it off is even harder. So is writing a book about it.
I’ve always liked writing, even though I’ve never possessed a great talent for it. In fact, when I moved across country back in 2007, I swore that I would begin my writing career. But life got the best of me, and that dream didn’t happen. It turns out that I had to transform my life in such a way that I actually had something inspirational to write about. Go figure.
I’m writing this book for you because this is something I wish I had a long ass time ago. Even as I was losing weight successfully, I felt like there was something wrong with me. It sounds kind of silly, but it was true. Losing weight didn’t make me feel better about myself inside. And now, I really hate seeing other women going through the pain I had to go through to gain the lessons I learned. It’s my hope that you will resonate with my story and my methods so you are spared some of the struggle.
If you’re anything like I was, you know how crappy it is to be overweight. I’m not talking about feeling bad about your appearance (although that happens a lot too). I’m talking about feeling physically bad. I’m talking about the fact that people tend not to take you seriously because of your size. I’m talking about how you might even beat yourself up for not being able to follow through with the things that mean the most to you.
Even though I weighed 300 pounds and was heavy for the first 26 years of my life, I never lacked ambition. I had a lot of great ideas of things I wanted to do. But I never followed through. I ultimately always gave up on myself after trying for a short period of time. Was it the fact that I didn’t believe in myself? Was it the fact that the people I surrounded myself with didn’t believe in me? Was it a lack of resources? Was it just my destiny? I made a lot of excuses for why my life was the mess that it was.
Many of us have stories about ourselves that we allow to define who we are. These stories, however, hold us back. The story may be completely 100% true, but the angle we are looking at it from lacks clarity. We become blinded by all of the horrible things in our lives and miss the other truths. The truths that are wonderful about ourselves—the ones that empower us.
Do you want to hear what my story was for the first 26 years of my life? Brace yourself—here it goes:
I was the first born of 4 children. My mother and father were both high school dropouts. My mom was 10 years younger than my dad, and my dad was a full-blown alcoholic. I lived in 8 different states before the age of 8. Many of our homes were tents at campsites, trailers, and rundown houses with bad rat infestations. My parents fought and split up frequently. Because we moved so much, my education suffered. I began to believe I was stupid. My mom rarely helped us with our schoolwork. I suffered from depression by the time I was in the 4th grade. I tore my own hair out and banged my head against the wall at night when I felt like my parents didn’t care. I ate in secret. I snuck extra pieces of birthday cake. I also weighed 140 pounds in 4th grade. My siblings got fat, too. We began to accept that we were just going to be “big boned” like mom and dad.
Many times, we lived in extreme poverty. Winter came and there was no heat in our home. Our washing machine broke, so I washed my clothes in the shower. Food stamps ran out before the end of the month. School supplies and new clothes rarely happened. Strangers donated Christmas presents. My parents finally divorced when I was 15. I never saw my dad again (he eventually turned in a drug addict and died alone of a massive heart attack when I was 28). My mom quickly began dating lots of other men and married again just as quickly. I dropped out of high school. I was tired of the anxiety I felt to be perfect and didn’t fit in. I started drinking at the age of 18. I started to understand why my dad needed to drink until pass-out drunk every day.
I married my first real boyfriend when I was 20. I supported him by working my ass off at a gas station while he hopped from job to job. I started drinking on the job to deal with the stress. He left me. I drank even more and worked 2 jobs to try to make ends meet. I finally gave up on myself and moved back in with my mom and stepdad. They moved to another state soon after, and I went with them (living in a trailer in their back yard). That’s when I started watching The Biggest Loser on television. That show was fun to watch while chowing down on an entire pizza. It was an encouraging show, but it wasn’t something I could ever do.
I worked more dead-end retail jobs and saved up enough money to replace my car that had been repossessed and moved into a very small home in the worst neighborhood in that city. Pimps, prostitutes, and druggies often stood right in front of my house. I lived there for 2 years in fear. My credit was wrecked and I didn’t make enough money to live anywhere else because I worked a retail job. I worked a retail job because I wasn’t smart enough to earn a degree to advance my career. I wasn’t in a relationship for 4 years during that time because I wasn’t pretty enough or thin enough to have a man love me. And of course I wasn’t thin because not only was a destined to be fat, but I lacked the willpower to see it through. Do you see where I am going with this? These are all of the stories I told myself.
What stories have you been telling yourself?
You just read my story for a purpose. I want you to understand that I’m nothing special. I did have a lot of adversities in my life. I had every reason not to be successful. I was typical obese white trash. There was a good deal of hate and anger in my household (for various reasons). I had no reason to be happy or to think that I could ever lead a happy existence. So, how is it that I could lose half my body size, run marathons, climb mountains, skydive, find real love, dedicate time to volunteer mentoring kids, become a successful student, earn scholarships, become a health coach, grow a business, and finally start my passion for writing?
In this book, I will discuss tactics I used to transform my life and my health. Not all of the information I present to you will work for you. We’re all different. But my hope is that some of it will work (you just apply it). You don’t need to follow a rigid diet plan (there isn’t one in this book) and do everything I did. You just need to take this first step and read the book. Start implementing some of the strategies TODAY. And the most important thing of all:
You need to know that you CAN do this and you DESERVE it.