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If you've ever struggled with weight then you know the power it can have over your life. Power you often feel helpless to change.
There are so many stories of that struggle out there. This is mine.
Full disclosure: I've never been one of those slim women. Even as a teenager, my high school boyfriend endearingly (or so he thought) called me ‘Voluptuous Bri'. The truth is, I've always embraced my curves. Didn't mind being called ‘thick', ‘bootylicious' or ‘stacked'. Until those curves started to negatively affect my health.
So began a decade-long struggle with my weight.
But you wouldn't know that to look at me. You wouldn't know the number it did on my self-esteem.
Why, you wonder?
Because I always had this big smile on my face, ‘dressed to the nines', make up and hair ALWAYS on point (even before my life in TV), in hopes that (somehow) people wouldn't notice the weight. So I would keep people laughing, winning them over with my ‘big' personality, trying to compensate for my rapidly expanding waistline. Trying to hide my shame and embarrassment of being overweight. A pain that's left deep scars and known only to those closest to me.
Did you know I've lost the weight before? In 2009, I dropped 50 pounds in six months. I know how to lose it – the key is KEEPING it off. And I didn't really understand that until 84 days ago.
That's when my trainer (and awesome friend!) Tracy, challenged me to give up all processed sugar for 90 days. On the way home from my session that morning, it hit me: you never really win the ‘war on weight.' It's a battle you choose to fight every, single day for the rest of your life. Lulled into complacency by my success in 2009, before I knew it I was gravitating more to the vending machine at work and the drive-thru on the way home instead of the treadmill and my fav cardio funk class. And, of course, the weight came back –with a vengeance!
People ask me how I can resist the temptation of sugar or how I've managed to go without it for so long. All I can tell you is that I got sick and tired of being SICK AND TIRED. I was fed up! Done letting the weight control my life. Done with the excuses. Done with keeping up that (exhausting!) charade.
So -- I, an admitted chocoholic, and a gal who's never met a carb she didn't like -- joined #TeamNOSugar for 90 days. I have six days left.
You can, too. Just decide to do it. Take back your power and walk into the life of your dreams!