How a 41-Year Old Mother Of Two Finally Fit Into Her Skinny Dress



“Coach Just Tell Me What To Eat!”


She had tears in her eyes. 

Heather was 42. 

A mother. 

A wife. 

And nearly 70 pounds overweight.

The years had not been kind. 

She had been a party girl in her twenties. 

And it carried over into adulthood. 

She thought nothing of buying a case of beer Thursday night, and popping two dozen wobbly pops over a long weekend.

Knees? 

Sore all the time. 

Back? 

Even worse. 

She was on her feet a lot at her job at the bank. 

Her breakfast was a large double-double with a bagel and cream cheese from the drive through on the way to work. 

Lunch was a drive through burger and fries and soda. 

And dinner was pizza or chinese ordered so the kids and hubby could eat.

Of her 21 meals a week, 15 were drive-through or ordered in. 

Or skipped entirely.

Heather was desperate for a change. 

I asked her what her goals were.

“I want to fit in my dresses again without looking like…like…like this!” 

I nodded.

“I want to not be in pain all the time. 

I want to be able to wake up and not have to chug 5 coffees a day. 

My kids are running me ragged. 

My husband is exhausted when he gets home from work. 

I never have enough time for myself”.

She started to have a quiver in her voice, and her lip began to tremble.

I gave her a long, quiet minute to just breathe. 

When she made eye contact again I smiled.

“Heather, if you eat the way I tell you to eat you will get better at every aspect of your life.”

Her eyes opened wide, and a half-smile appeared. 

“That sounds amazing!  You make it sound so easy.”

My eyes got hard, and I shook my head.

“This will be the hardest fucking thing you ever do in your life. 

This will be the difference between having a stroke at 62 and wearing a diaper in a nursing home while your kids ignore you... or being a seventy year old hottie that drives a motorbike and goes to kickboxing class instead of pooping her pants”.

Heather gasped so hard it felt like she sucked half the air out of the room. 

I just let that paragraph hang in the air for a moment. 

Finally she realized how long the awkward pause was. 

It was like she had been startled from a daydream.

“Ok.”

Then it hit her: She didn’t need another diet book or app.

She needed someone to call her out.

And that’s when her life began to change. 

It was like a light bulb turned on! 

She went on to drop 37 pounds in the next 4 months.

How did I help Heather?

I told her WHAT to eat, and what NOT to eat.

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  • a precise plan of exactly what to eat (and NOT to eat) every day to hit your goals. (even if you eat out 3 times a day like Heather!)

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  • a system for ordering delivery (even McDonalds or Pizza Hut)

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You got this!

David




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