Reaching 185 pounds was a wake-up call. It happened twice—during my second pregnancy and again four years later. Despite career success, I used food as a coping mechanism, especially sugary snacks, which sent my sugar addiction spiraling. I was working constantly and eating late into the night.
Even though everything seemed to be going well, I knew I wasn’t taking care of the body that was carrying me through all the ups and downs. Living in Texas, where “everything is bigger,” I realized that I needed to take control of my health in a way that felt sustainable and true to myself.
I hadn’t fully realized how big I had gotten until a ski trip with one of my closest friends and family. I was so out of breath carrying around all this new weight and ski gear, something had to change. Also, while we were all freezing I noticed my legs were never cold, these thighs had gotten too thick, honey, something had to change. Besides, I had three months until my friend's 40th birthday in the Bahamas, and I wanted to show up feeling confident, not weighed down. I needed to change my eating habits, because you can workout everyday, as I did, and still get thicka than a snicka.
It’s not just the weight on your body; it’s the weight on your mind.