My story started years ago when I was a new mom who was ready to have a big family. My husband and I were so excited and couldn’t wait to get started. And we were blessed with five beautiful children.
But as I was happily building my family, I was inside worried because, after each pregnancy, it seemed like a few pounds stuck around. With each passing pregnancy, I put on just a little more weight and a little more stress.
I always dreamed of being active and able to run around after my children. I was very active before I had kids and spent a lot of time on fitness. But once our family started expanding, I found less and less time to work out.
Every time I stepped on the scale I saw the numbers climbing and my confidence was plummeting. I thought maybe it was just me who was noticing. My husband never mentioned it, and my children didn’t seem to care.
Then one day, while we were at a pool party for my son’s friend, it happened. I was in a bathing suit running around after our youngest child when a friend’s kid asked me a question I’ll never forget.
I wasn’t pregnant. It was just years of unwanted weight sitting on my belly. I composed myself and answered “no” with a laugh. The adults around me played it off as “ah kids are silly!” But inside, I wanted to disappear.
When I got home that night, I cried. I cried so hard I couldn’t eat dinner, I couldn’t take a shower, I just laid in bed crying and thinking back to the fit body I once had. The body that I was proud of in a bathing suit.
The following months I was approached by a friend to do a popular workout program with her. Everyone else seemed to be giving this new plan a shot, and I was ready to make a change.
When you have five kids, that’s a horrible idea, and you quickly run out of energy. Only a few weeks into the program I felt like I was running on empty. I was eating out of these tiny containers, wishing I had more energy. The workouts were a struggle because all I could think of was how hungry I was.
I began to feel angry and didn’t feel like I even deserved to look good anymore. I called myself lazy and started dressing in bigger clothes.
Why was I giving up? Why couldn’t I make the scale budge? Why couldn’t I get undressed in front of my husband anymore?
My husband tried to make me feel better, to tell me how beautiful I was, but I couldn’t hear it. I grew more self-conscious, never wanting to be intimate, and never wanting to be touched. I felt my body was just too gross, and it stressed me out thinking about someone else seeing me with all this weight.
And it was taking a toll on my family too.
I had hit my lowest point, and my husband decided he couldn’t take it anymore. He took me out to dinner and told me something I will never forget.
He said he felt like I was unhappy, and he felt that it was affecting our relationship as well as my relationship with the kids.
I was frozen with sadness. I didn’t realize all this time that I was unhappy with myself, it was spilling onto the people I loved.
And he wanted to know how he could help. He wanted me to be happy. And for the first time in a long time, I wanted to be happy too.
We went home and did some research into options for me that wouldn’t take a ton of time each day. I still had my career and five kids to juggle and wanted to make sure it didn’t take time away from them either. We also looked for something where I wasn’t eating grass to lose weight while my family was enjoying delicious foods at meals.
We came across Mission 6.
I was so hesitant because I had been burned in the past by programs claiming they could get you results in no time. But the problem was that I felt they didn’t work because they were gimmicky.
But Mission 6 had something that I had not seen before.
They offered the afterburn effect.
And I was willing to give it one last try. I was at the end of my rope, and I thought I was going to give up, so what’s one last try? My husband thought it was a great idea and encouraged me.