Patience is a virtue with which I was not blessed. Since I was a child, I have wanted to do things full speed ahead and beat my own personal best. In 2011, I was told by my general practitioner that I was borderline diabetic and with my family history, I needed to start taking medication. Devastation. Panic. Tears. Yes! I had a full on “terrible twos I want cookies at the grocery store meltdown,” but I was much older and in a doctor’s office without parental supervision.
My visceral reaction was deeply rooted in my fear of developing diabetes and dying of complications like my father, who died at the young age of 56. The look of surprise on my doctor’s face was not comforting and neither were the rapid fire assurances, explanations, and solutions with which he attempted to calm me. I took a few deep breaths and as he handed me my prescription, I ripped it up and said, “Give me 30 days with no meds and I will be back.” (My personal choice to refuse medication was not condoned by my doctor.) There was no way I was going to pop a pill to control something I could make better by changing my lifestyle.
A girlfriend suggested I watch, “Fat Sick and Nearly Dead.” I mean let’s face it, when a FRIEND suggests you watch that movie, it kinda says a lot. I watched the movie, invested in a pricey juicer, and started raw juicing. For one full month, I walked swiftly into my office without so much as looking at the bagels and donuts. Instead of high-caloried lunches, I took mason jars filled with unappealing brown and green raw juice to my business meetings. 30 days later, I was down 15 pounds, and the doctor agreed to monitor my weight loss progress instead of put me on a prescription drug. I took control of my health.
Weight loss and being healthy is a daily struggle for many Americans and sadly, one I have dealt with my entire life. FAT, “the F-Word,” stopped bothering me when I was in my mid-twenties. My philosophy, if “FAT” is the worst thing someone can say about me, I am doing great at this game of life. The only problem, my health was now being effected, so confident and secure or not, I was unhealthy. After a few years of my new lifestyle, I was down almost 90 pounds but still battled to lose the last 30 pounds.
In July of 2015, EVERYTHING changed, I was T-boned by a car traveling 55-60 mile per hour, my car was totaled, and I had to have serious spine surgery. I was emotionally derailed by my serious fear of surgery and the arduous recovery ahead of me. My surgery was more complex and more painful than anticipated and I was depleted by the adverse effect my car accident had on my life. After a trying and crying month of walking around the block with a walker and a month of slowly walking laps in the pool, I was over baby steps.
When my surgeon finally agreed to allow me to slowly get back to my normal workout schedule of 4-6 times a week, I knew I couldn’t do it alone. I had lost a lot of my balance, stamina, and confidence in my ability to even walk up the flight of stairs to get to the gym. I needed a cheerleader, a therapist, and a trainer who wouldn’t run when I started crying because I lost my balance on 7 out of 10 reps during leg day. I needed someone to make sure I took baby steps. I needed someone who believed I could bounce back, because I didn’t. Coach Rob was the man for the job! BAM!!! #FoodFitnessNtheFWord
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