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At first I didn’t want to tell you my wife’s story…
It felt too private. Too painful. However…
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However, my wife and I had to hit rock bottom before we discovered the powerful system I’m sharing with you in this story. Here’s what happened…
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She woke up screaming
That’s what I remember the most.
That’s what broke my heart.
That’s what forced me to go on the journey that changed EVERYTHING in my life and the life of thousands of men and women around the world who learned what I’m about to teach you right now…
The moment my beautiful, badass wife Tara… a woman who could take down a perp twice her size with nothing but a nightstick, who was the meanest power forward on her college basketball team and who could shut up anyone stupid enough to give her lip with nothing but her “Cop Stare”… woke up in a cold sweat, her jaw clenched so tight I thought she would break her teeth…
And then screamed so loud I heard ringing in my ear like I was at a heavy metal concert…
“Tara… babe… baby, wake up,” I said. “You’re OK, you’re OK.”
But she wasn’t listening.
She was “there” again… back in her squad car, watching a telephone pole rush towards her like a speeding train…
Bracing for impact…
Reliving the moment that ruined our lives…
The moment her body became her enemy …
The moment I started to lose her…
“Don’t touch me. I’m fat and disgusting and I’m always going to be fat and disgusting.
I don’t want you to touch me.” she yelled when I reached out to hold her… to kiss her…
to show her how much I loved her no matter what she looked like…
Suddenly I felt a terrible wave of shame rush over me…
She was my wife…
The woman I promised to protect and take care of…
And seeing her, laying there in agonizing pain and frustration , I felt powerless and weak and
useless in a way I never thought possible…
It took over an hour for her to calm down enough to go back to sleep.
An hour of tears and self loathing and hopelessness and grabbing hold of the belly fat she hated so much…
Tara had been an athlete her whole life…
It was one of the things that made me fall in
love with her…
How physical and fearless and fit she was with a body that made her look more like a model than a cop…
But since the accident…
Since the broken bones and the battered spine and the constant, terrible crippling back pain took away every sport and activity she loved so much…
Everything had changed…
It had been years since the crash…
Years of watching the woman I love struggle and suffer and give up hope …
Years of watching her sink deeper and deeper into despair as she kept gaining weight no matter how hard she tried not to…
Years of feeling so helpless as my happy, healthy wife became… someone else…
someone I didn’t recognize… someone I’m not even sure wanted to keep living…
And now, in her 40’s it’s like the battle was lost…
The weight just kept coming until she had 196 on her 5’11” frame…
And the woman who used to face every challenge with a smile seemed to have… given up…
“You have to lose weight, Tara,” the Doctor had said in a patronizing voice like he was explaining why being overweight was “bad” to a 5 year old…
Like she didn’t already know…
“Dangerously close to type 2 diabetes,” she said with a cynical laugh on the ride home… taking the news as just one more brick in the wall of self loathing she’d built around herself…
One more piece of evidence that her life was
over…
Just a few days earlier she’d been talking to our daughter about “The perfect high school graduation day”…
Now she was “joking” about not even living to see it, even though it was two years away.
That Night I Lay Awake For Hours Next To Tara, Staring At The Ceiling And Feeling My Heart Constrict In My Chest… Imagining Life Without My Wife…
Was she right?
Was this it? Was this what our life was supposed to be now?
I couldn’t remember the last time we’d really
kissed never mind made love…
I remembered what her laugh sounded like and felt like I was going to cry realizing I hadn’t heard it in years…
Did I really have to watch her suffer like this?
I tossed and turned all night thinking…
Thinking of our beautiful daughter finishing High School without a mom…
But what could we do about it?
We’d tried everything over the years…
Everything you can do to lose weight that doesn’t involve strenuous exercise…
Low-carb, low-fat, Paleo, calorie counting…
Not to mention all the “fancy” diets like Dr. Bernstein, Atkins, Weight Watchers, Herbal Magic, Jenny Craig…
We spent THOUSANDS of dollars we couldn’t afford on the salary of two cops and nothing worked…
No matter how hard we tried, no matter how much money we wasted , no matter how many nutritionists and specialists we saw…
Nothing worked…
In fact, after every single “Miracle” diet she ended up weighing MORE than when she started…
These extreme diets were putting her body into shock mode…
Causing her to have uncontrollable cravings that had her raiding the fridge in the middle of the night and sneaking bags of Hershey kisses…
And as the years went by it just got worse and worse…
She just got bigger and bigger and sadder and sadder and our marriage became less about love and more about seeing how long we could go without a fight .
Lying There, Feeling My Wife’s Warm Body Curled Up Against Me I Knew I Could Do One Of Three Things…