Fitness... Why Team Beachbody?

A few years ago, I had gained some weight of which I wasn't particularly proud or fond. I had spent my entire life being the confident girl, the one who never gave a damn what anyone else thought, the one who accepted her flaws and loved herself anyway, and because of all that, I was also the happy girl.

I'm not saying that I always looked like complete crap or anything. I'm just saying that even on a bad hair day, I didn't freak out. I usually forgot about it and moved on with my day, because, oh well. I'm not perfect, and I damn sure don't pretend to be. I always had a little extra baggage, a little more to love all around, but I was okay with it, and I was still confident in myself. However, that had changed with onset of this weight gain.

It's an interesting thing, to go from being confident, to having that shattered. It really shakes your world. I felt disgusted with myself. If I pulled on a pair of jeans and they were too tight, I'd immediately rip them off, call myself "fat," and search for something looser to wear. If a shirt no longer fit the same, I'd tell myself I was gross, become frustrated and take it off, and find something bigger to cover the spare tire around my waste or my muffin top peeking out over my pants. And I absolutely hated it. I loathed going from a person with high self-esteem to a person who was constantly berating herself. I despised that I was once confident, and now I was insulting myself on a daily basis. Then, I was angry with myself for feeling the way I did, for looking in the mirror and being discontent with myself, because I never used to be. Yet, I couldn't help it; it was how I felt. It was a vicious cycle, and I hated battling my own emotions. I knew I had to do something to get out of this horrible funk, but I didn't know what. I had no motivation to get moving, and I felt lost.

Then, one late spring night watching TV, I saw an infomercial for Insanity. It peaked my interest. It intrigued me. I continued watching, three or four times, and thought that this could be it, this could be my way out of this hole. It was only 60 days out of my life; what did I have to lose besides weight? I finally took the plunge in late June 2011. I started the Insanity program, and I started drinking Shakeology, and I started eating healthier. And here's what happened:

Insanity works. Shakeology works. And Beachbody works. I am living proof. It worked for me, and it can work for you, too. Now that I feel better, I want to help others feels better and gain their confidence back as well, or gain a newfound confidence. If I can do this, anyone can. That's why I became a Coach; so I can help others achieve their health and fitness goals, too. I believe in this company and its products because I've used them, and they work. I want to end the craze of people across the country feeling the way I felt, no matter what the number on the scale reads back. I want to end the fad of people insulting themselves, putting themselves down, and calling themselves derogatory names because they think they are too fat or because their clothes don't fit the same, or because they don't look exactly like the models blazoned on every advertisement and flashed on mass broadcast across every TV screen. I want to End The Trend.

If you want to gain your confidence back, please, please don't hesitate to contact me. I want to help you achieve your goals and make you feel better about yourself. I want you to be happy with your reflection and with the number on the scale. I want you to feel comfortable with yourself no matter what you are wearing. I want you to get your life back, by allowing me to help you transform it. Click on my coaching link above and sign up for your FREE account.

I am also always looking for coaches to join my diamond team of success. If you want to motivate others, encourage them, and help them stay accountable for their own success story, get paid to stay fit and get a real shot at financial freedom, don't hesitate to contact me.

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