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Mid-Day “Metaboost”

Changed My Life!

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

“I do not remember 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 anxious, 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 intense lights in the room were beginning to hurt my eyes. How long have I been out for? I must have really been out of it, considering 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 stammered out.

The fact that I had narrowly evaded death hit me like a ton of bricks. I was afraid I was about to have a heart attack all over again. During 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 monitoring what you eat a bit more carefully.”

“Oh yeah, sure thing,” I said. “I’m going to start cutting off junk food and eating more vegetables after the holidays.” Then the winter became a spring that became a summer, and, well … I am in a healthcare facility bed with my frightened husband beside me, and the doctor calmly told me how fortunate I am to still be alive.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt any worse.

The rest of the time in the hospital was a blur of blood tests and blood work. They suggested that I take blood thinners to help reduce the risk of another heart attack. Oh yeah, and I had 2 other arteries that were more than 85 percent clogged, so if I didn’t follow their directions, I would be back in this hospital bed. I was devastated. I had nearly left my husband a single parent, just because of my eating habits. I flashed back to the time I found my own mother in the living room, hardly able to move with chest pain. She’s made it through that cardiac episode, but she’s never been the same since.

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

Spoiler Alert: My new-found determination hardly lasted 2 and a half weeks.

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I’d been a machine for those two and a half weeks: picking the best food to snack on, drinking lots of water, working out every other day. I was feeling unstoppable!

Until, I stepped back on the scale at the doctor’s office. It was a follow-up session, and I was so psyched for the doctor to tell me how well I had been doing.

“Well, it seems that you’ve actually gained a pound or two here.”
“WHAT ?!” I accidentally objected out loud, in the office. “I’ve been doing every little thing right since I was released. What happened to me?”

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

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

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

At the time, I was just 42, I didn’t feel wonderful about that, and his comment didn’t help. “Diets and exercise can be quite successful for women in the 20s and 30s, but often times for women over the 40s, we see the opposite effect,” he said.

Containing my irritation, I asked, “So what can I do to make progress towards the loss of this weight?” Once again, my doctor shrugged. “The only thing I advise is to continue what you’ve been doing. You may run a couple more miles every day. Let’s hope it works and we’ll see the results,” he said. Oh, MILES?! I could hardly make it up the stairs in my home without getting winded up. How would I start running a few miles a day?!

My entire world came toppling down again. I met my husband in the lobby, sobbing the whole way back home. If I wasn’t able to release this extra weight, I felt like another heart episode was unavoidable. But if my body wont cooperate with me …what else can I do?

The Phone Call.

Back to fast food and laziness.

My husband was trying to support me, but I could see that he didn’t know how to console me. My girls couldn’t understand why mommy was so sad all the time, and why she couldn’t even have fun with them in the lawn.

I got a phone call from Beth in the middle of this dark hopelessness. It’s been more than 10 years since I saw her name show up on my caller ID. To be honest, I thought she lost my number when she relocated to California with her new husband.

But why would she be calling me now?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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When I got to the dining-room, Beth said she was inside. So, as I walked in, I scanned the tables for her. Where was she though?

And then I saw her, what the ?!

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 back in high school.

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

However the Beth I’ve been looking at here … well … she is completely transformed into a healthy, radiantly beautiful 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 asked me to come over. She gave me a big-ole hug and told me how good it was to see me. I’m gonna be real, it was very good to see her. As the night went on, we caught up on life and what had actually happened since we last saw each other. Eventually, we had to discuss my cardiac episode.

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

“Honey, I understand exactly what you’re going through. That’s why I was trying to meet up with you. Not just to catch up, but to show you something that I believe might really help,” Beth said. “Alright, how can you help?” I asked.

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

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

Turns out, Beth had her own mortality brush a couple of years prior. It was the very same thing. She had been overweight, disregarded medical advice for many years, and had an episode just like mine. The diet plan and workout worked a little bit better for her, but still after a few weeks she had yet to lose her weight. That’s when she began doing something she kindly described as her “metaboost”.

“Once I started doing this routine mid-day or later after a meal, it was like something clicked in my body,” she said. “Suddenly, I was slimming down and making progress towards my goal like crazy.”

We were nearly 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 awesome 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 asked for an extra glass of water, and there was no point in what she did with it. Beth could see that I was doubtful.

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

“Ok,” I said. We paid for our meals and headed for our cars. “Thank you, Beth,” I said as we hugged our goodbye. “This is what I really needed.”

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

By the time I got home, everyone was in bed for the night. My husband had actually left a note on the counter that he hoped I would have a great time and that there would be leftovers in the refrigerator. I was resting on the sofa to loosen up a little with my phone before I brushed my teeth. There was a link from Beth.

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

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

I was sincerely hopeful for the first time since the health center that I might have the body I have always wanted.

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– Love, Jessica