Picture this:
You’re F.I.N.A.L.L.Y. figuring it out this whole “weight loss thing” and you’re making real progress.
You’re habits are spot on. You’re feeling fit, energized, and alive. You’re feeling “normal” around food.
And your body is reaping the rewards…
THE WEIGHT IS COMING OFF and all you want to do is buy new clothes and be out in the world strut’n your stuff!
You go to a party all dolled up, and you immediately find yourself on center stage all night.
EVERYONE is telling you how great you look and wants to know every juicy secret!
Then, despite the fact you’re there with your partner, you get hit on by a man who ended up being kind of a duche bag…
You don’t want to be impolite, so you put up with his remarks until he finally leaves.
Now all you feel like doing is crawling into a hole.