11/04/2021
“Yesterday I broke down crying in public…”
I wrote this exactly one year ago. And it was the most hurtful post I’ve ever had to write about myself.
You see, 24 hours before writing it, I was finishing packing for our first Sumer vacation. And I had all the right reasons to be happy.
I’d done all the shopping - with huge spring sale discounts nonetheless.
I went outside the last store on my list and quickly found a cab. Loaded up everything in the trunk, and the driver was happy for my “Summer” excitement.
He got back to his door.
I opened mine and got in.
That very instant, I felt the cab tilt, and I could swear I heard something crack!
Joking, the driver said, “Well, ma’am, you got a bit of extra load besides all the summer shopping in the trunk.”
I smiled and said…“well, I guess I do”…
Our cheerful conversation ended there for the night, and I could barely hold back my tears ‘till we got home.
As we arrived, I paid for the ride. And as we both got out of the cab to get my bags, I simply couldn’t hold it in anymore…
My eyes were so filled with tears; I couldn’t even see.
As I got around the car, the driver shut the trunk and put his hands around me.
I started ugly-crying like a three-year-old who doesn’t want to sleep alone. And it seemed I couldn’t stop for ages.
Until he said…
“I’m sorry. For a moment there, I forgot what it’s like to be the joke of the party because of some lousy extra pounds.”
I took a step back and said, completely puzzled, “Forgot?”
“Well...yes! two years ago, I weighed 235 and was living on disability. Until a friend of mine shared with me a unique method he did every day that he liked to call his metabolism igniting “8-seconds recharge”.”
Looking back at that moment, at the post I made exactly one year ago, I can honestly say…
With all the hurt and despair I felt that April evening, it was one of the best evenings of my life.
I started implementing the “8-seconds recharge” the very next day.
I shared my shameful public breakdown story on social media, along with a commitment to myself to turn things around. I also shared my data: 235 at 61 years and 5.7.
You could say I had “a bit of extra-load.”
But not anymore!
One year later, I’m back to what I had before getting pregnant with my first kid. 140, blessed, and loving every inch of my body!
I lost more than half of what I weighed last year!
And the best part?
It wasn’t some short-term YOYO-effect inducing trick, so I got away with this massive loss without any saggy skin!
Tonight… I’ll go on my first summer shopping spree of the year. And I hope I will bump into the one special cab driver I need to thank for turning my life around personally.
But even if I don’t, I’m following through with the one request he had for me:
“Try it. And if it works for you, share it with others who need it! After all, it’s just 8 seconds.”
So I’m sharing it with you now if you’re willing to get the same life-changing experience I had AND regain control of your life...
I’ve written it all down in a blog post, so tap below if you want it. DO NOT SHARE
And how in the end, it came down to nothing more than a minor tweak to my evening routine…something completely different to what everyone says you’re supposed to do…
