and Here’s What I Know To Be True:
God’s still in the business of miracles.
I see them every day.
As a coach, I get to witness women from all over the world deepen their relationship with God, speak back to the lies that’ve kept them trapped for decades and lose weight.
Personally, I know miracles still exist, because I struggled through a long, painful battle with my weight. (#understatementoftheyear)
Back in 2010 you’d have thought I had it all.
Fancy car, fancy job, fancy clothes, fancy trips. Married - no kids. Living the dream.
I carried around a dark secret.
I didn’t feel worthy of any of it because I was fat.
i hated myself
I hated that I was 25 pounds overweight, that I’d struggled with it for 25 years, that my sister was naturally petite and I wasn’t, that other women were able to eat half a piece of cheesecake and leave the rest on their plate. Who does that?
I hated that I had no willpower and I couldn’t trust myself around food.
When extra food was in the house I’d throw it in the garbage and douse it with dish soap. Then I’d go back an hour later and eat the parts that didn’t have soap on them. Um yes - domestic dumpster diving.
Everyone around me seemed like thin, perfect unicorns.
How was this fair? I knew every diet, read every book, joined every club, bought every weight-loss product… I constantly asked God, Why me? Why’d I have to be the chubby one? Why couldn’t I just lose the weight and be done with it already?
I STARTED TO THINK THAT MAYBE GOD DIDN’T WANT ME TO BE THIN.
Maybe the extra pounds were His way of keeping me “grounded” so I wouldn’t become conceited. Or maybe He was punishing me for all the times I’d driven around in my car eating a 6-pack of donuts instead of hunkering down and doing more devotions.
I hit my dieting rock bottom after I dropped $1257 on diet club complete with supplements, powders, food plans and daily weigh-ins.
I thought surely spending all that money and having someone plan my food for me this solve everything. It didn’t. I lost 10 pounds in 2 weeks and gained it back (and then some).
So, I WENT ON A $50,000 JOURNEY AND INVESTED HEAVY INTO THERAPY, COACHES, AND EVEN BECAME A CERTIFIED LIFE COACH JUST TO FIX MYSELF.
By the time I hit 40 my fancy life had come to an end. I was divorced with a 3-year-old.
Even though all the work I’d done helped me to settle into a fairly “normal” weight, it came with the cost of obsession. I’d already spent $50K and was struggling to accept that maybe this was it for me.
It wasn’t until 2015 that I met my soon-to-be new husband and divulged my secret struggle with self-love, lack of confidence, and losing the weight that held me back from feeling good enough.
"Have you thought of bringing this issue to God?"
And oooooooh Nelly, Sister. Was I mad! How dare he minimize my problem! How dare he think that some volunteers at church could possibly solve my problem—the one I spent 25 years and $50,000 trying to solve.
BUT, I WAS SCARED AND DESPERATE SO I WENT TO A RETREAT AT CHURCH.
It was here that I heard the stories of others and gained the courage and audacity to tell God, if I’m gonna spend my weekend at a church thingee, I’d better walk outta here completely changed, or you and me are gonna have some problems.
I DID NOT LEAVE THE RETREAT INSTANTLY TRANSFORMED.
I THOUGHT GOD LET ME DOWN.
I hated almost every moment of the retreat, but I’ll admit it, a couple of tools resonated with me.
And over time, I started to use them in my daily life. And, then I noticed they began to blend with the skills I’d discovered in myself as a life coach. I looked forward to my daily devotional time that I’d struggled with my entire life. I got glimpses of how God tools and life coaching tools could hang out together.
NOEL. COME AND SEE WHAT GOD HAS DONE.
Three months later, during Christmas Eve service, the choir began to sing the Lauren Daigle song, “NOEL: Come and see what God has done.” With tears streaming down my face I realized I hadn’t binged in three months. I’d been transformed.
IN HIS PERFECT TIMING, I RECEIVED THE MIRACLE I SO DESPERATELY NEEDED.
MIRACLES ARE POSSIBLE FOR YOU TOO, SWEET SISTER.
I was made for more, you were made for more.
God on Your Weight Loss Squad? I know—sounds cute and cheeky. But I’m all about God and cute and cheeky.
So, if you know you have the same God-sized hole in your weight loss strategy, as I did...
It’d be my honour to help you fill it with grace and gratitude instead of food.
I promise you, You were made for more and YOU are SO worthy of investing in.
I’ve lost 15 pounds. The old thoughts which have trapped me for more than 40 years are being replaced with new possibilities and thus behaviour!
It’s not just the number on the scale that defines me any more. The weight on my psyche is gone. It’s an indescribable unburdening.
When I take off my Coach Crystal hat you’ll find me:
Hanging with my miracle of a husband, my son and my 3 bonus kiddos.
Reading and drinking instant coffee. Nescafe Rich, anyone? 🙂
Unpacking yet another Costco carload.
Walking around in nature talking to myself.
Trying to be more entertaining than our kids’ phones. #thestruggleisreal