DOES BEING THE “FAT GIRL” FEEL LIKE IT’S YOUR LIFE SENTENCE?
The never-ending cycle of failed diets.
The constant shit-talking in your head.
The disappointment in the mirror.
Girl. I get it.
I was bullied, humiliated and shamed as a kid. I weighed 210 pounds by the age of 13.
Then stayed obese until my 30s, growing up to hate myself, believing I wasn’t good enough or even lovable.
Being the fat girl was all I knew, and I assumed I’d stay that way forever.
What about you?
TIRED? Get a McFlurry!
ANGRY? #2 please. Supersized.
LONELY? I’ll take a #2 with a McFlurry AND a Diet Coke. (Because, you know, you gotta cut back somewhere.)
Maybe you feel hopeless. Or ashamed you can’t shop where everyone else buys their clothes.
You feel judged for eating too much. Or judged for eating at all. Or worse, judged for eating the wrong thing.
I would start and stop diets like nobody’s business. I felt like I would be on a diet for the rest of my life.
I hated myself.
I felt like a failure.
And I was DESPERATE to get the weight off.
I was on the hot mess express.
Until I became a mom.
That's when everything changed for me.
I didn't want to pass on the obesity legacy to my son.
I wanted him to have a normal relationship with food and I wanted him to be healthy.
I didn’t want him to have the same worries I had about food.
I wanted different for him.
Becoming a mom was just the trigger I needed to finally look inside and ask myself what I really wanted.
I realized I wanted to feel good. To feel proud. And, most important, I wanted to feel like I had control of my life and my food.
I didn’t know how I was gonna lose my weight. But I knew I had to figure it out.
There were so many days I wanted to quit. Instead, I just kept going, no matter how bad things got.
I didn’t start with ass-kicker bootcamps that would leave me humiliated and unable to walk because of the shape I was in.
I just started with walking. That, I could handle.
I had one golden rule
Never do anything I wasn't willing to keep doing the rest of my life.
I refused to think about how long it would take. And my only goal was not quitting on myself.
It took me 540 days to lose 100lbs.
540 days of learning how to love myself at every weight.
540 days of keeping things simple.
540 days of showing up for me.
It’s been over a decade since I lost my weight.
I’m just like you. A woman who wanted to lose her weight and never worry it would come back.
Today, I’m on a mission to make sure YOU have what you need to change your life. You deserve the freedom. You deserve the happiness. You deserve to have hope.
And you deserve to lose weight in a way that works.
My free course has already helped thousands of women lose weight.
Now it’s your turn