It felt like my metabolism took a vacation.
And the fat decided to set up camp in all the wrong places.
My once-trim figure turned into a magnet for bulges.
Ugh.
Not only did I gain weight, but my health started deteriorating too.
I had zero energy, dragging myself through the day.
I even resorted to going to bed earlier, hoping it would magically fix everything.
I'd sleep for ages and still wake up feeling like a zombie.
But here's the moment that rocked my world.
My husband and I were visiting his family in California.
And there it was—a fancy digital scale right smack in the middle of the bathroom floor.
We hadn't owned a scale in years, so I thought, "What the heck, let's see what it says."
I stepped on that scale, and you won't believe it—209 pounds flashed back at me.
I was in shock.
Surely, it was broken, right? Wrong.
That number hit me hard, and I looked at my tired, puffy, and, dare I say, round self in the mirror.
Talk about a reality check.
That day, I made a decision. I was determined to bring the "REAL ME" back.