Picture me standing in front of a mirror in my living room.
I’m 18 and 31 pounds overweight.
I’m buck naked.
And I’m ashamed.
I’m ashamed for becoming the tire-wearing fatso that stared back at me in the mirror that day.
It was probably one of the most hurtful alone moments I’ve had in my life.
And the first time I actually admitted to myself I was NOT big bone.
This realization led to a fascinating discover which would then spark a complete makeover on every single level in my life.