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This is the true story of when I finally realized my weight was out of control.

“I don’t recall how I got here,” I remember telling the doctor when I woke up. My husband was sitting in the corner of the hospital room looking worried, and there was a soap opera playing muted on the TV.

What happened to me? The last thing I remember was packing the kids’ lunches, then … nothing. The vivid lights in the room were beginning to hurt my eyes. How long have I been out for? I must have been out of it, because I didn’t even notice that the doctor was standing at the foot of my bed.

“You had a cardiac episode, and we had to put a stent in,” said the doctor matter of factly, sensing my first question. “What, I … what ?? “I sputtered out.

The reality that I had narrowly avoided death hit me like a ton of bricks. I was afraid I was about to have a heart attack all over again. From my last check up, I could still hear the voice of my doctor echoing back to me. “Your blood work is concerning. You’re supposed to be watching what you eat a bit more closely.”

“Oh yeah, of course,” I said. “I’m going to start cutting off junk food and eating more veggies after the holidays.” Then the winter season turned into a spring that became a summer, and, well … I am in a hospital bed with my frightened husband beside me, and the doctor calmly told me how fortunate I am to be alive.

I don’t believe I have ever felt any worse.

The remainder of the time in the hospital was a blur of blood tests and blood work. They recommended that I use blood thinners to help reduce the risk of another heart attack. Oh yeah, and I had two other arteries that were more than 85 percent blocked, so if I didn’t follow their instructions, I ‘d be back in this hospital bed. I was devastated. I had almost left my husband a single parent, because of my eating behaviors. I flashed back to the time I found my own mom in the living-room, hardly able to move with chest pain. She made it through that heart attack, but she’s never been the same.

Right then, I swore that I would never do that to my children and my husband. I was going to evolve my life and I was going to be healthy and well for them.

Spoiler Alert: My new resolution hardly lasted two and a half weeks.

The thing they are not telling you about weight-loss after 40.

I’d been a machine for those 2 and a half weeks: choosing the right food to snack on, drinking plenty of water, working out every other day. I was feeling unstoppable!

Until, I stepped back onto the scale at the doctor’s office. It was a follow-up appointment, and I was so pumped for the doctor to inform me of how well I had been doing.

“Well, it appears you actually put on a pound or two here.”
“WHAT ?! ” I answered back in anger, for the entire hallway to hear. “I’ve been doing everything right since I was discharged. What happened to me?”

“Well …” he shrugged, barely even looking at me through the charts in his hands.

“Sometimes that’s simply what happens when women your age wish to start loosing weight.”

“WHAT?” I shouted internally. My doctor just called me old.

At the time, I was only 42, I didn’t feel wonderful about that, and his remark didn’t help. “Diets and exercise can be rather effective for women in the 20s and 30s, but often times for women over the 40s, we see the opposite result,” he stated.

Concealing my frustration, I asked, “So what can I do to make progress towards the release of this weight? Yet again, my doctor shrugged. “The only thing I advise is to continue with what you have been doing. You might run a few more miles every day. Let’s hope it improves and we’ll see the result,” he said. Wait, MILES?! I could hardly get up the stairs in my house without getting winded on the way up. How would I start running a few miles a day?!

My whole world came crumbling down again. I met my husband in the lobby, sobbing all the way back to the house. If I wasn’t able to let go of this excess weight, I believed that another heart episode was inevitable. But if my body does not cooperate with me …what else can I do?

The Phone Call.

Back to fast food and laziness.

My husband was attempting to support me, but I could tell he didn’t know how to comfort me. My girls couldn’t understand why
mommy was so unhappy all the time, and why she couldn’t even have fun with them in the yard.

I got a phone call from Beth at the time of this dark depression. It’s been more than 10 years since I saw her name come up on my caller ID.
Frankly, I guessed she lost my number when she moved to California with her new husband.

But why would she call me now?

“Hey girl, I heard what happened,” Beth said when I answered the phone. We hadn’t spoken it in 10 years, but we got straight into it. She and I have always been very close to each other, even if we don’t talk on the phone regularly.

“Yeah, things haven’t been so terrific recently. It seems like my body is conspiring against me. It’s terrible,” I explained.

“Listen, I’m in town for the next couple days. Let’s get together. I’ve got something I think is going to really help you.”

At that time, the idea of heading out to the world was almost too much. All those people in a restaurant staring at the “big whale” attempting to maneuver between those little tables. I shut down those thoughts. I wanted the strength to keep going. Maybe seeing an old friend and hearing about her life would help me escape the funk I was in.

“Okay,” I asserted. “How about Angelo’s Diner at 7 p.m. tonight? “It’s a date!” she stated, then she hung up.

I asked my husband if he already knew that Beth was back in the area for a couple of days. I thought maybe he had seen her and asked her to call to cheer me up. It seemed strange that she would call out of the blue, but sometimes the Lord works in mysterious ways, I said to myself.

The “3-Second Trigger” That Changed Everything.

When I arrived at the dining-room, Beth said she was inside. As I strolled in, I scanned the tables for her. Where was she now?

I saw her, what the heck?!

Beth was sitting at the counter table, but it wasn’t the Beth I remembered from high school. Beth and I were both struggling with our weight in high school.

We would try fad diets together, try running together, and attempt to cook healthy food every now and then. Nothing worked for us, but we were stuck together and supported each other in those hard years.

But the Beth I’ve been looking at here … well … she’s completely transformed into a healthy, attractive woman. She must have been 40 or 50 pounds lighter, and she and I are the same age.

What was going on here?

Beth saw me, and she asked me to come over. She gave me a big hug and expressed how good it was to see me. I’m going to be honest, it was great to see her. As the night went on, we caught up on life and what had actually gone on since we last saw each other. After a while, we had to discuss my heart episode.

“It was the most frightening thing Beth, that’s ever happened to me,” I shared with her. “And now the doctors say that I need to let go of this excess weight, but my body has truly been battling me on it. Even since I left the healthcare facility, I’ve gained weight if you can believe that.”

“Honey, I do believe you. That’s why I was asking to meet you. Not only to catch up, but to show you something that I believe could help,” Beth said. “Alright, how can you help?” I asked.

“Just wait until they get the tab, and I’m going to show you.”

“Well, that’s cryptic,” I said. “Is whatever you’re planning to show me part of how you got into such an incredible shape?”
“It’s not just part of it, it is the only reason I’m still breathing,” Beth replied.

It turns out, Beth had her own mortality brush a couple of years prior. It was the very same thing. She was overweight, overlooked medical guidance for many years, and had an episode just like mine. The diet plan and workout worked a little bit better for her, but after a couple of weeks she struggled to lose her weight. That’s when she began doing something she kindly referred to as her “3-Second Trigger”.

“Once I began doing this simple routine after a meal, it seemed like something I triggered or switched on in my body,” she said. “Suddenly, I was losing weight and making progress towards my end goal like crazy.”

We were almost finished with our meals, so it would soon be time for her “routine.”

“Can I watch you do it?” I asked Beth nervously. It seemed too good to be true, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. “Of course,” she said.

When the waiter came with a check, Beth requested an additional glass of water, and there was no point in what she did with it. Beth saw that I was doubtful.

“Tell you what,” she said. “Check out this video, I’m going to email it to you. It’s going to explain to you everything you need to know. Have a little faith in me, by the end of it, you’re going to wish you’d been doing this for the last 20 years.”

“Okay,” I said. We paid for our meals and headed for our cars. “Thank you, Beth,” I said as we hugged our goodbye. “This is exactly what I was needing.”

“Thank you for watching that video. Don’t forget. Seriously.”

By the time I got back to the house, everyone was in bed. My husband had actually left a note on the counter , saying that he hoped I would have a good time and that there would be leftovers in the refrigerator. I was sitting on the couch to loosen up a little with my phone before I brushed my teeth. There was the email from Beth.

“Let’s see what this whole video is about,” I thought.

It was an hour later, before I knew it, and my brain was swirling from the insights shared in the video. Could a simple little routine really make such a ton of difference? My eyes have been opened to new possibilities.

I was sincerely hopeful for the first time since the hospital that I might have the body I ‘d always desired.

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– Jessica