Being Fat Was Over

A few months before my 38th birthday, I decided that the decade of being fat was over. I had, since the age of 24, carried around extra weight – anywhere from 10 to 60 pounds. I had a bad back, bad joints and a bad case of self hatred. I couldn’t go into my 40s like that — I would never survive it. So in April I joined a gym, hired a trainer and changed the way I ate. By my 38th birthday in July, I had lost 40 pounds. In the next year, I would lose another 20. When I turned 40, I looked like this:

What I gained from the experience was an appreciation for life, for good health and for the body I was given to live this life in. I’ve spent the years since being an advocate for good health, a student of how to be healthier and an adviser for anyone who wants to live a healthier life and asks for help. I’m not an expert. I’m not certified at anything. I’m just someone who took the turn, followed the path and had a journey. As with most of my journeys; if there is anything I can share that will help anyone to better their journey, it was a path well traveled.

This is where I will share any stories or tips I’ve picked up along the way.