Back then, people called it "baby fat", but it stuck with my into my teens. I became very self conscious and envious of my naturally thin friends, who seemed so confident. At 15, I started my first diet... restricting calories and carrying a small, spiral bound notebook that I wrote down all my food in.
I lost about 20lbs and felt so much better, but little did I know, this was a cycle I was going to repeat... over and over.
From calorie counting in my teens, to Atkins, South Beach and Mediterranean diets in my twenties... to Keto, Carnivore and Paleo in my thirties.
There would be success. Temporarily. Then the weight would creep back... but, more each time. Each cycle leaving me more hopeless and hating myself more than ever.
As my 40th birthday approached, I thought about all this. Decades of being at war with my body. Days, months, years all spent despising what I was seeing in the mirror. Hating myself for not being able to "get it together".
How much money I had spent over all that time, trying to "fix" myself? Well, I'm looking at a kitchen counter littered with supplements... bookshelves stuffed with self help guides... a garage turned graveyard for dusty workout equipment... and a closet filled with fancy running shoes and all the fancy gear you could ever want...
Okay, let's NOT do the math on all that after all. Some things are better left a mystery.
I had truly done it all, which felt a lot like banging my head off a wall repeatedly. In a last-ditch, cusp-of-forty, hail Mary... I decided to look for a weight loss supplement with good reviews, quality ingredients that would actually be beneficial, without the sketchy stuff. At this point in my life, what did I have to lose?
I found something that caught my attention.
Ingredients that I was familiar with...
Excellent reviews...
Creating a frenzy on social media...
OK - my interest was piqued. I placed my order and waited for it to arrive...
Week one, I felt the change in my energy levels.
Week two, I realized I wasn't mindlessly looking for my next food fix.
Week three, I decided to wake up early to walk the dog before work.
Week four, I noticed my body changing. Slowly. Subtly. But changing!
Week five, I was up to a few miles in the morning with my dog.
Week six, my pants all felt baggy, and my belt was working overtime.
Week seven, my entire mood changed... I felt confident and focused.
Week eight, I knew this was a real game changer.
(By the way - there's no AI content here, I'm writing this as I sit on my couch, dog laying on the floor in a sun beam... feel free to run this through an AI detector, I'll pass with flying colours. This is real... and I'm being real with you; you're here because you've lived the same struggles as me.)
If you're curious, I'm happy to share my "find"with anyone who has felt the way I did for too long. After all, what have you got to lose? Or rather, how much do you want to lose...?
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